#rough as hell

[wildcherryspark]

WIP Wednesday

Heylo, lovelies. It's Wednesday and I felt like doing something a little different. So, a lot of the time, when I'm working on something, I start with dialogue. Right now, a lot of my WIPs are more like scripts than fleshed out fic. (And they're largely handwritten at the moment.) BUT! I thought it might be cool if I posted verbatim what is in my notebook so you can see how my brain ... works? Not sure that's the right word to use. lol Anyway, this is from a future chapter in Past is Prologue (sequel to Star Crossed Wires; pre-realization arc for the Breaker Box boys.) no pressure tags to @blackbirdofasgard @calif0rnication @aquaticmercy @voltageous-merlot

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Reader: *stirring drink, avoiding eye contact* What if there was a way you could, though? Eddie: Could what? Leave? R: *stomach drop at the thought of him leaving* Yeah. What if you weren't a thing. E: *scoffs* Right. And what if you weren't a human? R: It's well-documented that I am barely human on the best of days. E: *ponders ponderously* Those are two different questions. First you asked what if I could leave, then you changed it up to what if I were human. R: Yeah, I mean...is that even something you would want? I mean, flesh suits aren't exactly the most efficient systems. *gestures to self* E: I wouldn't leave. Not without you and Volt. R: *heart-eyed swoon; says something equally candy-heart worthy* E: Come on, don't get sappy on me. Mainly, I'd leave to see things you see...out there *gestures vaguely - thinky pause time* I've been working my whole life. To be able to just...stop? To walk away and do what I want at any time? Yeah. I'd try that. And if it was both of us--me and Volt?--*big eye contact* In a heartbeat. R: Do you think that's something Volt would want? E: *big laugh* Are you kidding? He'd jump at the chance to take you out. Do it all. See it all. It would be a thrill for him. R: *stirs drink more stirringly* You mean all that? You'd want to be human? E: Sure. I mean, it's all hypothetical, anyway. R: *no eye contact; stirring intensifies* E: Right? We're being hypothetical. R: *quietly makes eye contact* E: Sparks? ____ So yeah, that's what it's like in my head notebook before things hit the Google doc. Chapter 2 of Past is Prologue is coming Monday 7/13!

[tennant-the-tigger]

Fruity Four Adventures: Earthquakes 

Upside Down, the ground starts to shake again, the boys take a tumble... 

Oblivious, the two of them. While the other two are having an internal crisis. Closer? Closer together? or closer to the centre of the chaos? 

I read 1 fic, 1 fic! And here we are... I’m suddenly obsessed.   

More ST Art (x)  

[seokmattchuus]

love my man kamden but he does not give 6’0 vibes but he kind of does… i’m conflicted-

I thought he was 5'8-5'10 max. But he's def a gentle giant 😔✊🏻

[servallystellan]

my first #WIPwednesday

“Stones in your pockets, sacerdotessa,” said Spada. “Go on, show her how.”

The Minister looked steadily at her daughter, tears welling in her eyes despite every effort to hold them back.

“Like this, my sweet,” she said. Her hands trembled as she picked up a stone and pocketed it as she was told; her voice, too.

The child searched her face for some explanation, not understanding. She grimaced and wept, shaking her head. 

“Please, my dearest,” choked the Minister, reaching for another stone. “Do as he says.” 

“I can’t swim, Mama.” 

The tears coursed down Ottoline’s face then, bursting from her like twin rivers of fire on her cheeks. “I know,” she breathed, and gathered Odile in her arms, rocking her forward and back. If she couldn’t save her from death, she would save her from torture. They held each other tight, their faces buried in one another’s shoulders. The familiar scent of each other filled them with a vague recollection of home, marred with the cloying reek of blood and sweat.

[aliberationbroadcast]

Boy, do not fret.

You are made for bigger things

Than you and I silently

Laying in the dark together

Each with our own pain.

Where do we go from here?

Rewind the clock one year or ten

It’s all the same.

You’ll choose her again and again

While early morning guitar notes

Have you reopening the scars

Where my body broke against yours.

[filthymagicuser]

Some sketches because I love beret bae Moira. lol. ALSO, don't ask why young Moira dresses like me circa 2004. please. lmao. 

[immanueldid]

If you thought the vampire train was stopping you were dead wrong. jokes.txt 

Incredibly rough sketch but I’d like to try to make this a more...finished refined piece. lots of tweaking still to do and.. Y’know. Bone/bat/bloody throne thing to refine the hell out of.  I am going to try to repossition his head too, I think. He must reach maximum smug. 

[yoliecruz]

I look rough.