#in progress
Long time no progress! I started working on some new projects for Dragon*con! It feels nice to be making some progress again! I’ll try to remember to post more individual progress on them as I continue as well as on their counterparts for my Fiancée!
Finally got my dream gaming chair took a month and a half, but was more than worth the wait. & this is just the beginning of my dream set up it’ll take some time, but everyone’s gotta start somewhere
#GamerBeginners #SetupInProgress #PCBuild
100 G/t OC Prompts Masterlist
New job demands lots of time (I’m database developer during the day, btw), so the new Corazon x Law request completion is pretty delayed :(
Still, I’m working on it nonetheless
@1000heartbeats : as promised.//Doing a bit of a drabble now, so I can get it out of my head. I’ll be revisiting this soon enough. I do not own these characters, and I apologize ahead of time for Cottonmo…Cornell. Feedback is appreciated!
“Scuse’ me brother. But this seat’s taken. Me and Henry got a standing appointment, kna’mean?” The newer arrival noted the entire room. One glance took inventory of the sizable entourage, and guards posted in arms reach. Another to a very nervous clientele, and a third to Pop himself.
“Now. What we got here is something that’s going to have to fix itself. Maybe Prince Akeem and Semi, and the rest of the Zamunda Crush Crew can go see Fish. Play a game or three while I get my lineup. “ Cornell looked about for validation, followed by a theatrical laugh. On cue, his own handlers chuckled and mimicked his amusement. Not louder than their boss’s however.
T’Challa noted all of it himself. N’Djaka was a split second away from reaching into his own coat pocket to find a silencer for the interruption, when his Prince raised a hand. “I may have been mistaken. We were not aware that Mister Hunter’s business operated in this manner. Perhaps our diligence overlooked neighborhood favors and debtors. Mr. Stokes, there was no insult meant.”
“I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Formally, we have not. But we’re rather intimate now, I would think.”
Cottonmouth knew that any escalation could involve much more heat than he was prepared for, especially hearing the accents that were far removed from Harlem, Manhattan, or anywhere in the city.
That, and the last thing he’d want is Mariah’s mouth for having an international incident three blocks from her campaign headquarters. Truthfully, he was a little surprised she wasn’t taking the photo ops and leading the Prince around by his elbow. Or other parts, if she had her normal way of favors.
“Cornell…today is not the day.” Pop himself finally made his way through, forming a distraction first and then a dividing line between two small, intense armies. “But we’ve got visitors. I’m not authorized to service his Grace due to…my situation. But I’m happy to take care of you in the next chair over. It’s the proper way of doing this.” His voice lowered, setting his alerted eyes on those of his longtime friend and accomplice. “I’m asking. This doesn’t go down in here. You don’t want this.”
Miss Zorah
Peace Talks
So as of the 6th or so of this month, Butcher was on chapter 36 of Peace Talks. I can’t recall how many chapters the last few Dresden books had but that’s at least 2/3 of the way through? Maybe? Fingers crossed for mid 2019 I guess.
Athough thats probably being generous.
hi everyone! i’ve decided to create a ko-fi page that you can find here (you can also find this in my carrd). as i navigate through this huge, challenging and scary journey through entrepreneurship and life coaching, i would absolutely love & appreciate any extra support - even if it just means continuing to send your good vibes / words of encouragement or sharing the pages, it’ll mean the world to me! thank you so, so much in advance. you have no idea how much i appreciate every single one of you.
now,some projects i’m currently working on as of 05/02/22:
—between your thighs mini series (sugar daddy!ksj)
releasing soon, details still being flushed out. taglist [open].
thank you @hobeemin for this beautiful banner and for helping me bring sugar daddy seokjin to life!!
—no pressure series (tattoo artist!oc x jjk, some oc x ex-fiance!namjoon)
it had been 2 years since your ex-fiancé namjoon upped and left without reason, leaving you in the cold right before your wedding. it took so much out of you, but you finally had enough of feeling sorry for yourself. so, you picked yourself up and started fresh. you finally took the leap and went into the career you had been wanting to take up for years, embraced yourself for who you were [flaws and all], and actually found somebody who would do you right without trying to force the connection.
the only problem?
he’s one of namjoon’s friends, and he isn’t too pleased to see it when he shows up out of the blue after all these years.
inspired by kehlani’s up at night ft. jb.
releasing soon. taglist [open]. playlist here.
—small forward(wnba player!oc x nba player!kth)
the only thing taehyung despises is feeling threatened, especially when he feels like someone could actually be better at the game than he is. and yeah, there are a couple of people he could respect, a lot of players that he looks up to. but when he comes across you, a WNBA player who had been taking the press by storm, he feels the need to show you who’s really boss at this game.
part of the pick & roll: the nba chronicles.
release tbd, taglist [open].
—power forward (oc x nba player!jhs)
you and hoseok had been friends for quite some time, keeping each other close with just the right amount of distance. however, hoseok realizes his feelings for you ran deeper than expected when he sees you for the first time in awhile at his game. he was ready to be honest, let you know how he felt. the only problem? min yoongi,the golden state warriors shooting guard.
part of the pick & roll: the nba chronicles.
release tbd, taglist [open].
I finally made a resources page I still have to add more but for now its at least there lol with skindetails, skintones and makeup I use on the edits I post of my sims.
A Long Road Chapter 15 Ficbit - Twitchy
Bichen at his side, Lan Wangji breathed out, grateful for the comforting weight of six layers of warded silk against the river’s chill breeze. Perhaps it was presumptuous, to wear white and blue here in Valdemar’s heart when he had not earned a Herald’s colors-
:You’re planning for a fight, and only a fool turns down armor when there are swords coming at him. No matter whose colors it is.: Kellen snorted, and gave the impression of leaning with a warm shoulder, but never left his place in the formation. :Are you doing all right, Chosen?:
With others he would have kept his thoughts as neutral as his face, schooled to icy calm as the priests sang, declaimed, and deployed smoke that smelled of no herbs the Jianghu would have called familiar. With Kellen… Lan Wangji considered the matter, even as he checked how the Nie were holding position. Nie Zonghui stood before them, sabers not yet drawn, to take the brunt of any attack; Nie Huaisang behind them to hold the foundation. He and Kellen held right and left, bracing the formation where it would be most vulnerable to a sudden assault if the ghosts had any sense of tactics. He knew better than to assume they wouldn’t. Most of the Terilee’s drowning victims might have been civilians, but all it would take was one ex-soldier with as much determination as resentment to lead the others.
He’d seen it in Sunshot, when Wei Wuxian called spirits into the fray. Ghosts might be frozen by death, filled with all the hate and sorrow and rage of their last moments. It made them static. Hidebound. Predictable. But they could still learn.
And who knew what ghosts might have learned here? The currents of qi in air and water felt… unsettled. Odd, in a way he’d never noticed in sect lands. Bright, and somehow sharp, as if a thousand tiny slivers of energy pricked at his meridians.
For himself it was only annoying, requiring a fraction of his focused attention to keep the land’s qi from interfering with his own energies. Like grasping a nettle so it would not sting.
For the Nie, it seemed worse. They were twitchy. Nie Huaisang was biting his lip to keep his hand from his fan, and Nie Zonghui’s stone face belied the tension bunching silk at his shoulders.
