#wip: mas

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Lawrence Cavendish

(for my wip based on the mysterious affair at styles)

#oc: lawrence #wip: mas #the mysterious affair at styles #agatha christie #murder mystery #poirot #light academia #white academia #gray academia #grey academia

[suzukiblu]

excerpt from a "Kara actually got to Earth on-schedule and now she's got a baby cousin to raise" AU:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care–painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field. 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-like, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good.

#kara zor el #kal el #supergirl #superman #superfamily #ma and pa kent #rinfic #wip: kara gets to earth on time

[lionydoorin]

the mockingjay is on my mind constantly at all times

#katniss everdeen #thg #ma ur arting #sketch #the hunger games fanart #wip #i think? probably not i like it as it is

[tealmussel]

I wanna make some angst for Valentine's Day.

Yeah, it's done.

#tf2 #wip #tf2 scouts ma #tf2 spy #I finally have my first display tablet!!!!

[kiyzeiin]

Hello! I LOOOOVE your art!!! Luffy’s family designs were *chefs kiss* MWAH! And the way you designed Dragon… I can’t get him out of my head! Is there any chance you have anymore doodles of him? It’s the best I’ve seen anyone draw him (including Oda) you are GALAXY-BRAINED!!! If not, that’s cool too!!

i'm flattered whew thank u sm for your validating words !!!!!!! i'm always ecstatic when people like my designs. they're really special to me !! tbh i haven't doodled dragon as much as i'd like lately bc im a lil busy but i hope to draw more monkey d family (besides luffy) in the future. luffy's mom especially i love her a lot

a little something i whipped up during a lecture. bear with me, it's another wip/doodle i'll get around to finishing

#ask #monkey d dragon #op fanart #one piece #wip #doodles #the idea is luffy's the spitting image of his ma and grandpa #and dragon's just. there lol #his similarities with luffy are still there though

[briseise]

handsome skizz event applicants to love island WAY up

#sketchy wip pls don’t judge but. he’s so handsome #going on a hike i’ll continue work on requests later today #dans ma vie #briseiseart #secret life #skizzleman

[venomroad]

💢

(scrapped panel)

#ma #one piece #the way this was in wip limbo since august #i love these two bickering can you tell yet #the way i have another comic of them fighting some more but its just with caterina in the bg #toxmic time

[tamavonpineapple]

I'm just having fun

#half WIP/half finished #leosagi #miyamoto usagi #leonardo hamato #Daishoshipping #the way of the house rabbit #my art #Why Usagi's arms are so THICC? it was the reference... But hey! I'm not complaining #neither do Leo #Que mas digo? #save rottmnt #supongo... aunque perdí las esperanzas #tengo hambre #ire a comer algo

[imaginationblur]

Will I see you in my dreams?

#out of WIP HELL LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO #NiGHTS #nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #nights jod #reala #nights into dreams reala #i gave up coloring it. its colored. but like it looks sooooo empty #backup beleievrrrrs we love a greyscale #ahhhhh shit i should have added half tones to the dark greys OH WELL #i love wrighting the names tho im getting the handle on writing on new tablet #sega #sonic team #sonic #nights sega #sega nights #IGNORE THE MISSING HALFTONES IN THE NIGHTS PORTAIPN I didn’t save and I realized I misspelled his names ma duhhhh it was cool person moment

[xamaxenta]

Hes talking mad smack but we all know hes popping a huge boner under that hat lol

#sabos like yeah gaze upon my lily white ass loser #marcos just lookin at the free balls. #MAS #xam wips

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Mary Cavendish aesthetic

(for my wip based on the mysterious affair at styles)

#mary cavendish #wip moodboard #the mysterious affair at styles #agatha christie #poirot #murder mystery #oc: mary #wip: mas

[suzukiblu]

updated/expanded "Kara gets to Earth on-time with baby Kal" AU excerpt:

Kara doesn’t understand the aliens’ language, which is fine. She didn’t expect to. She watches them interact and listens as they speak, familiarizing herself with the cadence and pitch and rhythm of their voices and doing her best to pick out individual sounds and patterns. She likes languages well enough. She did pretty well with Daxamite dialects in school last year, anyway. 

The aliens are kind, at least so far. They found her and Kal curled up in the remains of their smashed-up ships in their ruined field and brought them into their home despite the mess. Kara thinks they’re farmers, probably? So probably Laborer Guild, or whatever this planet has instead of Laborers. The House of El is mostly Thinkers, but Kara isn’t worried about that. She’ll figure something out, as soon as she figures out how to communicate with the aliens. Pantomime has not been all that helpful, at least not so far. 

They gave her a warm, unusually sweet drink that might have some kind of milk in it, with soft white pellets in it that are even sweeter. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever tasted before, but she likes it. Kal really liked it, though the aliens seemed to think he shouldn't have too much and gave her a little cup of just milk alone for him instead. Or she thinks it's milk, anyway. 

It's white. And very thick, and almost creamy? Though it tasted good too, when Kara stole a sip to make sure it wouldn’t upset Kal’s stomach if she gave it to him. 

"Pye," the alien that Kara is assuming is female announces in their weirdly simple-sounding language, putting a round plate with a slice of something on it on the table in front of her. Kal reaches for it from her lap with a burble. Kara peers at it too. The slice is triangular, with a crisp crust and an oozy red filling. She wonders why the plate is round, if the "pye" is meant to be sliced and served triangularly. It seems a little disrespectful to the cook–or baker? Or at least the artisan who made the plate, which was clearly painted with very dedicated care. Painted by hand, even, not a pre-programmed design reproduced by a machine. That’s very luxurious for Laborers to be offering unexpected guests who just destroyed their field, even being the wrong shape for the "pye". 

Maybe they’re overcompensating, Kara thinks. Or maybe the aliens are really just that kind. 

Maybe. 

She thinks they’re little flowers, the designs around the edges of the plate. Or at least they look like they could be flowers. They’re flower-<i>like</i>, if nothing else, and all the weird colors of them might just be a stylistic choice. 

They’re pretty. 

She wishes she could show her mother. 

Kara crushes down the grief for the thousandth time and smiles at the aliens. They smile back. 

It helps, almost. 

Almost. 

The “pye” tastes very good. 

.

.

.

It takes some effort, but Kara learns the aliens’ names after she and Kal finish their “pye” and she cleans up his sticky little face. The possibly female one is “Ma Mar-Tha”, and the possibly male one is “Pa Jona-Than”. So . . . maybe they're both female, actually? Going by their names, anyway. They both identify themselves as “Kent”, too, though she’s not sure if that’s another name and they’re either married or related, or if it’s the local word for “farmer” or “Laborer”. It’s unclear. 

They don’t look related, but she doesn’t really know how “related” this species would look to her eyes anyway. The colors of their skins are close, although their hair, though similarly textured, doesn’t really match–Ma Mar-Tha’s is an oddly neutral brown, and Pa Jona-Than’s is an even more oddly dull blond. Kara’s never seen hair in such faded colors. Her own is as bright as this planet’s strange sun, and Kal’s is as black as the space between stars. And both of their eyes are the El blue, of course. 

Pa Jona-Than’s eyes are blue too, but a washed-out shade of it. And Ma Mar-Tha’s are brown, which is so exotic and unusual that Kara has a little bit of trouble not staring too much. They’re very warm and very soft, though, and she likes how they look. 

They’re both middle-aged, she thinks, or at least strongly resemble the Kryptonian version of it. Their clothes are soft and shapeless, with very little structure or sign of formality to the garments, though Kara supposes they might be some sort of sleepwear? She and Kal did crash very early in this planet’s morning, from what she can tell. 

She tells them her name and Kal’s, though they pronounce them a bit oddly. She’s sure she’s pronouncing theirs oddly too, so it’s not as if it’s an insult. They say their names all at once, though, as if they’re singular words–"Karazorel” and “Kalel”, almost. She manages to get them both down to “Kara” and “Kal”, and they get her down to “Ma” and “Pa”, so she supposes “Mar-Tha” and “Jona-Than” are their surnames, and “Kent” does mean “Laborer”. Kal isn’t verbal enough to get to any of it, of course, but laughs sweetly and claps as he listens to them all exchanging names and sounds back and forth. 

Kara crushes down the grief again and wonders how long it’ll be until he cries for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor. He’ll miss them soon, she’s sure. He’s a sweet, good-natured little thing, but he’s not even old enough to walk properly yet. And they’re his parents. 

She only hasn’t cried for her own because she doesn’t have the room to. Not until she’s sure they’re somewhere safe, and that Kal is going to be alright. That she can take care of him here, however she has to. 

Who knows, maybe this farm needs some more “Kents” on it. 

.

.

.

Ma gives Kara clothes: a strangely soft knee-length dress patterned with more pretty alien flowers and clunky, heavy boots with actual laces in them and a sturdy blue jacket with a surprising amount of pockets and a thick, warm, fleece-like lining, accented with flat metal studs and an odd metal trim with a tag hanging from one side of it. It takes Kara a moment, but then she realizes the trim actually seems to be some sort of fastener. 

Huh. 

The clothes don't fit quite right–Kara thinks the dress is probably meant to be a little longer, from the cut of it, and the jacket is a bit too big and the boots are a little loose too–but she does appreciate them. She's been in her own clothes since . . . 

Krypton died while she was in these clothes. 

Everyone she's ever loved, everyone she's ever known, everyone she's ever seen . . . 

Kara appreciates the new ones. 

. . . although, do clothes on this planet just not have house crests? Or are Ma and Pa just not from families that have house crests? 

She supposes they might not be. They are Laborers, so . . . maybe. But they also served her on a hand-painted plate, if with strange manners, so she's not sure what to think. 

Maybe she just doesn't understand the specific signifiers in their clothing, or maybe their house signifiers are just in their jewelry. Ma is wearing tiny gold hoops in her(?) ears and a thin gold necklace and Pa is wearing a thick leather bracelet with a glass and metal circle in the center of it, and they're both wearing gold rings on the third fingers of their left hands. Pa's is just a single plain band, but Ma has two–one just plain like his(?), but thinner, and one with a trio of little clear gemstones set in it. Diamonds, maybe? That would make sense, for a Laborer's jewelry. Diamonds are pretty, but they're both reasonably common in nature and simple enough to recreate under laboratory conditions, so they're certainly affordable enough for a farmer to wear even day-to-day. And they're sturdy, too. Gold less so, obviously, but maybe the rings are just gold-plated or an alloy.

It's something to think about besides the end of the world. 

. . . their world, anyway. 

As far as clothes go there's nothing that'll fit Kal at all, so Kara just keeps him wrapped up safe and secure in the bright red El crest blanket Jor and Lara sent him here in. Though she knows he'll need more diapers soon, obviously, and something he can actually crawl around in too. He can't stay in her lap forever. 

She wishes he could, right now. Even letting Ma hold him while she changed was . . . stressful. 

A little too stressful, maybe, but Kara tries not to think about it. Not right now, at least. 

She needs to protect him. Needs to take care of him. Needs to–

Kara exhales. Wraps Kal up in his El crest blanket and her borrowed jacket, and smiles at Ma and Pa. They smile back at her. 

Well, that's a start. 

#kara zor el #supergirl #ma and pa kent #clark kent #superfamily #superman #rinfic #long post #wip: kara gets to earth on time

[lionydoorin]

narcissists are too focused on themselves to realize they're being played.

click on the image for better quality cause tumblr fucked it up 🥰

#highkeu freaking out over posting this one im so anxious #this is what happens when my style plays w realism 😁 #rly proud of this one! #i also tried a new painting technique and oh mu god it was so fun #it's kinda messy and and i could've rendered and smoothed it out a little more #but it's meant to be more of a practice #expect better things in the future! 🥰 #gonna finish my other two wips in this style and then i don't know #im probably never gonna draw something this pretty again i've peaked #eleanor levetan #drea torres #fucked up soulmates #drea x eleanor #eleanor x drea #idk which tag the cool kids use #do revenge #do revenge fanart #do revenge netflix #fanart #ma ur arting #im so proud im pinning this on my profile for a while

[artsyunderstudy]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the morning tag @aroace-genderfluid-sheep !!!

Happy Wednesday! I wrote a little since Sunday and I am JAZZED about it. I love making progress. LOVE. Sober is kinda coming off pretty dour so far, I realize, but actually it's not. Not completely anyway. It's also KINDA FUN. And also hopefully horny, I'm getting to that part soon. THANK GOD.

Anyway. Simon isn't trollied anymore but he's still precious. And delivering some sick burns.

Under the cut because it's long.

“You look like hell,” I say instead, rinsing the cup gingerly under the water. I’m careful not to dislodge more sparkles. (Dishwasher-safe, my arse.) Snow frowns deeply as he watches my hands beneath the tap, like he resents me for ruining his cuppa with my clumsy feet. When he finally turns his attention to my face, though, his mouth quirks. Then he lets out an amused snort.  “You look like that guy. From that—” he raises both of his hands perfectly straight up, palms facing inward, and then tips them forward in a gesture. “‘Aliens …’” “What?”  “The science-y guy. With the hair. Y’know.” He does it again. Gestures. “‘Aliens.’” My mouth is hanging open. “I … are you talking about Lance Henriksen?” His face scrunches and he chews on his lip before turning away from me abruptly, shoving his hand down between the cushions of the sofa to retrieve his mobile. I suppose we’re done chatting, then. Lance Henricksen isn’t the worst comparison, though he is middle-aged. Do I look middle-aged? “No,” Snow huffs at his mobile after a moment. Then he turns the screen toward me, like I should be able to see anything from this far across the room. It’s … I think it’s a meme. I can make out the big block of white text reading ‘ALIENS’. Christ fucking almighty. “Jesus, Baz, how old are you? I was talking about the Ancient Aliens guy, with the mad hair. And the—” he starts viciously shaking both hands. Bloody gesturing. “Trust you to jump directly to some obscure film reference.” My face heats. I will not pat down my hair. I refuse.  “Alien isn’t an obscure film, Snow. And you’re hardly one to comment on the state of one’s hair.” “‘One’s’,” he mimics petulantly as he starts patting down his curls, growling as his cheeks go ruddy. “Fuck off, Baz.”

(Also special thanks to @cutestkilla for unwittingly workshopping this banter with me, it truly would not be what it is without her.) (I, like Simon, also had no idea who Lance Henriksen was.)

Low pressure tags for @imagineacoolusername  @martsonmars  @valeffelees @bazzybelle  @ileadacharmedlife  @aristocratic-otter  @urban-sith  @letraspal  @palimpsessed  @whatevertheweather  @nightimedreamersworld  @carryonsimoncarryonbaz  @raenestee  @erzbethluna  @confused-bi-queer  @moodandmist  @yeonjunenby  @shrekgogurt  @thewholelemon  @whogaveyoupermission   @creepyspice  @onepintobean  @ebbpettier  @orange-peony  @theearlgreymage  @ic3-que3n  

@captain-aralias @fatalfangirl  @prettygoododds  @stitchyqueer  @you-remind-me-of-the-babe  @forabeatofadrum  @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @rimeswithpurple @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @wellbelesbian @bookish-bogwitch

#wip wednesday #artsyfic #snowbaz fic #look ma i wrote a banter #i can do more than angst and yearning #i can also reference old memes #in dre's words: I contain multitudes

[official-rugi]

Started a doodle of Thrash as a warm up, i think im gonna finish it an make it look nice > w < b

#ma WIPs #Thrash #my sweet sweet half orc boy

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

Eddie doesn’t want to tell the kids yet. Steve kind of understands, but he also knows Dustin’s never going to forgive him for holding out like this. He cancels his biweekly lunch with Dustin twice before sitting Eddie down and saying, “We gotta tell him something.”

“Fuck off,” says Eddie.

“He’s twenty-five years old. He can handle it.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“What the hell are you worried about, then?” Steve snaps. “I can’t keep lying to him, man! It’s not fucking fair! Just because you—”

“Steve,” says Robin. “Come on. Cool your jets, hotshot.”

Steve realizes he’s been kind of yelling, then. He also realizes that he’s standing over Eddie, who’s folded into a defensive crouch, and Eddie’s nails are in serious danger of ripping the couch cushions open. Eddie doesn’t look scared, exactly, but his face has gone inhumanly still and blank. It’d probably be worrying if there was any space in Steve for worry.

The anger’s still roaring full-tilt through Steve, though. He gets like this sometimes for no goddamn reason at all, and he knows it’ll pass in a minute, but right now the urge to break something is so, so strong.

“Fuck,” he snarls, and wheels around, storming into the kitchen.

He runs the tap just so there’s some noise as he tries to get his shit under control. Robin comes in after a little while.

“I’m—going to the gym,” Steve says, still gripping the sink hard.

“Okay,” says Robin. “Be safe.”

———

When he comes back, Eddie’s not in the living room.

“I told him he could hang out in my room for a while,” Robin says, before Steve can work himself up into a panic. “I think it would be good for him to have, like…his own private space. Not—I’m not talking about kicking him out, obviously. But maybe we could figure out a partition or something in the living room?”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea,” says Steve. “God. I’m so sorry. He knows I’m sorry, right?”

Robin flicks him on the forehead. “Yeah, he gets it, dingus. I think he called you an ambulatory fountain of penitence once. Like, a perpetual apology machine.”

“Sure,” says Steve. “Got a lot to apologize for.”

“Nope, we’re not doing that,” says Robin, patting him gingerly on the shoulder. “I’d hug you but you’re all gross and sweaty. Go shower, you’ll feel like a person again.”

He does feel like a person again after a shower, but the Dustin question still hasn’t been figured out. He tries to bring it up again after a few days.

“I wouldn’t even have told you guys I was back if you hadn’t kidnapped me,” says Eddie, picking at his dinner. Vegan stuff is usually okay, weirdly enough, so Steve’s been learning to cook with tofu. He’s not sure if Eddie actually gets anything out of it on a nutritional level; he hasn’t asked.

“Yeah, I know,” says Steve. He’s trying pretty hard not to get mad again. It keeps him up sometimes, thinking about how easily Eddie could’ve wandered into a different bar that night. He hopes that they would’ve crossed paths sometime anyway, being in the same city and all, but maybe not. He just doesn’t know.

“So you get it, right?” says Eddie. “Why I don’t want to put that on the kids. They’ve all, like…processed it and everything. They’ve moved on, just like you did before I came back and fucked up your life again. And you didn’t even really know me.”

It’s not like he’s saying it in a mean way, but it’s deliberate. He’s watching Steve carefully to see how it lands. Steve takes a deep breath; he can do this right, this time.

“Eddie,” he says. “You know I’m glad you’re back, right? You’re not fucking up my life, I’m happy you’re here.”

“You seem a little stressed for a guy who’s supposed to be happy.” Eddie leans back and smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. “Just seems sometimes like maybe it would’ve been better for you if I’d stayed, like, a story from your past.”

“No,” says Steve. “No. No. Never. It—might’ve been less complicated, maybe. But not better.”

Eddie looks down at his plate, silently fiddling with the golden-brown chunks of fried soy protein, and Steve realizes it might not just be about how the kids will react.

“Hey. You know it’s going to be fine, right? Dustin loves you. He wants you in his life, whatever that means, and you know he’s not gonna do anything to make you uncomfortable. Plus, he lives like one town away and has his own car, so if I keep putting him off like this he’s just gonna show up here one day and then we’ll really be screwed.”

It’s kind of a joke but it’s also really, really true. Eddie laughs, some of the tension finally dropping out of his shoulders, and says: “Okay. You’ve worn me down, Harrington. Alert the brat pack.”

#steddie #fic: wait for the season to come back to me #bel biv devoe voice: that boy has tra-u-ma #still struggling quite a bit with this story but here's SOMETHING ig #I also realized that both of my current active wips are vaguely angsty mid-90s Steve-POV stories set in Chicago #so like...damn. might need to write that Eddie-befriends-Robin-prior-to-Scoops fic I've been thinking about for a change of pace. #I just haven't written high schoolers in SO LONG idk!