#wip wow

[lazerlustt]

slipknot, but make it animal crossing

[abalonetea]

(there’s no turning back)

the words sink into his brain.

the lights are blinding.

he hurts. he wants to go home.

but

   but

      but

(there’s no turning back)

an echo of Mercy.

Mercy not given.

spilled blood.

broken pixels.

there is no more home.

YES

the static gate breaks apart. 

the fractured code parts.

he goes forward.

(there’s no turning back)

[ettawritesnstudies]

[image ID: a colored pencil drawing of BJ. He's flying/falling with his blueish green hummingbird wings extended behind him. He's wearing a blue tang top, bright orange jeans, and red sneakers. He has dyed red hear in a mohawk being swept up by the win. He's also wearing dog tags on a chain round his neck, and a band aid on his right arm. He looks down and smiles. End Image ID]

Today's drawing practice was @abalonetea 's character BJ from her WIP Wings of War! He's a really fun character and it's a fantastic story and I highly recommend checking it out!!

[asinglenote7]

I drew a Jules for @abalonetea​~ 

I love him, and I’m... morbidly curious about what caused him to lose his wings. 

I hope this cheers you up a bit :)

[abalonetea]

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

thank you!!!! this one was fun!!!!

“i’m too sober for this,” grumbles Scout, even as he hauls himself up onto the shiny metal table. it’s cold against the back of his bare thighs. 

Sasha chuckles, shucking off her work jacket. “you do not drink.”

he doesn’t.

Scout doesn’t like the way it messes with his head, with his magic. he just snorts, says, “so? maybe I should start. dat was ridiculous, Sash. it was like - fuckin’ ridiculous.”

glitch monsters, swelling up out of the ground. broken, twisted ugly awful things. and an announcement, the match must continue. and the unknown, would a broken monster break your code?

Scout’s HEART still hurts. he fucked with his magic too much, made it too many weird things. the muscles in his arms and his wings are burning, the bruising spanning his side a constant throb.

“da,” says Sasha, amicably enough. she tugs off her glove, pale blue magic already twisting between her fingers. “should start drinking. easier to deal with monsters if drunk.”

the magic sparks onto Scout’s skin before her fingers touch it, easing away the bruising, seeping into Scout’s own mana lines. it’s a fuzzy sort of feeling, the way it ticks his HP up piece by piece. 

“I mean, we could try’n fi dis shit instead, but no one seems real interested in - ow!” Scout wrenches backwards, reeling from the sudden burn in his chest, hand snapping up to press against it.

Sasha is frozen, fingers hovering over bruised skin, magic sputtering out into nothing. she looks like someone just hit her, looks like maybe she felt that burn too.

“what - “ Scout doesn’t get anything else out before Sasha is pulling away, reaching into one of the cabinets for cups, pulling a bottle of strawberry vodka from her Inventory. “…Sasha?”

“you drink this,” she instructs, shoving one of the cups at him. there’s maybe a shot and a half in it. “that was not my magic. hold still. evidently, this is going to hurt.”

it’s not supposed too.

that’s the whole point of healing magic. 

but then, the world’s not supposed to be breaking down to code, and Scout’s magic wasn’t supposed to act the way it did out on the field.

he downs the shot, sets the mug down, and grits his jaw. “alright. hit me.”

and damn, but it feels like Sasha does.

[abalonetea]

“are yous droppin’....caffeine pills into your coffee?” Jeremy squints, half hanging off of the little loft bed. he’s upside down (has been for a while) but he does this little half twist that almost dislodges him to try and see better.

Joshua doesn’t even look his way. “yep.”

“doesn’t that - fuck, ain’t that gonna taste, uh, shitty n’stuff?”

“yep.”

“...can I have some?”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Joshua stares up at Jeremy, acting all pissed off, but the corner of his mouth is cutting up into a smile and he can’t quite stop the Good Intent that from curling off him and

Jeremy grins down at him from the rafters, wiggling his fingers, buck toothed and blood spattered.”

Joshua asks, “what the fuck do you think you’re doin’ up there?”

“sleepin’,” answers Jeremy, no hesitation. “figured we was losin’ the match anyway, so why not?”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

the explosion rattles the ground and the ropes cut tighter into Jeremy’s wrists, his ankles, and he grins buck toothed and bloodied because he knew it, he knew that even if no one else gave a damn

even if the rest of the world doesn’t care

he knew Joshua wouldn’t just leave him here

mostly

“time’s up,” he slurs, throat like chalk. then, for good measure, “t’ld you’so.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Joshua rolls over, burying his face harder into the thin little pillow.

Jeremy makes what he hopes is a soothing sound, cards his fingers through Joshua’s slicked back hair. the gel is eight shades of crusty, but he doesn’t let that stop him. 

and it’s easier than it used to be, twisting the Good Intent around his fingers, using it like an ill-conceived HP up, like a balm, but it’s about the only thing he’s found so far that does shit for the Sharpshooter’s migraines.

it’s the middle of the day but the blinds are shut and they’re parked far enough away from the main base that it’s quiet, and normally Jeremy wouldn’t do so good with all this quiet and thinking but

it’s kind of hard to think about bad things when Joshua’s curled up at his side.

_-_-_

tag list for Wings of War!

@blue-writes-stuff  @writings-of-a-narwhal @ettawritesnstudies  @phahbiyah @thatonehotredhead @quilloftheclouds @lordkingsmith @livvywrites @writersblockandapotoftea @drabbleitout @kriss-the-writing-nerd​ @alternativeforensicscientist​​ @rubberducky-icedtea​ @asinglenote7​ @writinginslowmotion​

[abalonetea]

I haven't posted much art here lately so! here’s tony and Rizzo!

[abalonetea]

Speedster. Sharpshooter. Rouge. Techie. Doctor. General.

Los Angeles. Roturoa. Rome. Sao Paulo. Berlin. Yellow Springs.

Jeremy. Joshua. Feliciano. Lukas. Deiter. Jamie.

Meet the West Team.