unfinished-work

anonymous asked:

Is there any chance you could try that Nick loses his memory story? It was probably my favorite first chapter of yours and I was devastated when you took it down:(

I can’t fully commit to a multichapter right now, unfortunately, which is why I took it down. I didn’t want to leave it sitting there unfinished. I’m working two jobs and in the middle of moving, aka about one free hour to myself all week. (Blah, life, right?) If I ever gain some free time… absolutely. Nothing more I love to do than write for y’all. :)

kittenmusicals  asked:

Hey! 17-20 for the writer asks 😊

Thanks, Krysy! 😊

Cool Asks for Writers


17. Would you describe yourself as a fast writer? 

It really depends. There are times when I’m able to write at least a thousand words in one sitting. Other times I just stare at an unfinished work I’ve had in my drafts for months and not do anything productive.

18. How old were you when you started writing?

I started writing stories when I was 6. I remember writing down my dreams then turning them into short stories with me and my bestfriends as the main characters. Good times.

19. Why did you start writing?

This will sound really cheesy, but I started writing because I wanted to inspire people. I wanted people to read my works and look back at it as something that changed their life or their perspective of something.

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of:

But your story was far from short. It was complicated, insane, unbelievable, confusing, life-changing, harrowing… and heartbreaking. (from Memories)

The sun’s rays painted the sky otherworldly colors and the breeze held a salty tinge that brought nostalgia to the people that passed by, but it was your son’s voice that echoed the sound of coming home. (from Coming Home)

And that same passion that brought them together ignited in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a trail of ashes in it’s wake. (from Fire and Rain)

Several empty bottles lay in front of him, mirroring the emptiness he felt inside as he thought of the future you had planned—the future you’d never get to have. (from Just a Dream)

Gasoline [unfinished WIP, KHR]

Going through my folders and posting what isn’t going to be finished or is dropped, so I can get it out for good and focus on what I do want to write.

Warnings for: born-a-female-Tsuna, mentions of attempted marital rape, forced marriages, drug-induced death and general mafia behavior.

Summary: Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana was a very accomplished black widow. Tsuna shouldn’t have to follow in her footsteps like this, but Vongola has left her no choice in the matter. So she will have the mafia fear her as she once feared them, and she will survive.

———–

Prior to marrying Iemitsu, Nana Sawada went under a different name, and was a very accomplished black widow. She slipped poison in drinks and drugs where nobody would think to look, put needle marks in skin and occasionally knives in the backs of men who treated her like an object rather than a person.

Tsuna never wanted to learn such lessons. She wanted her marriage, when it finally did happen, to be the once-in-a-lifetime event her mother gushed about having with Iemitsu. After the mafia came and ruined her life, she still clung to feeble hopes that maybe she could still get that.

But it isn’t to be.

Timoteo intends to make a statement, one way or another. Unfortunately, even if a woman should rule as Decima, she must still have a husband. And Xanxus isn’t about to touch the woman that froze him once upon a time. So he’s reached out beyond Vongola to allied families, and they’ve sent their best to him. And now he’s made a choice, and once again he’s forcing it on her.

Tsuna can lie to everyone but herself; she’s afraid. Terrified, in fact. The thought of a stranger touching her makes her want to vomit. The thought of this man breathing in her general vicinity makes her want to vomit, actually. She shakes and quivers and hides beneath her bedcovers, and for once, Reborn says nothing. He doesn’t scold her. He slides a mug of hot chocolate topped with enough whipped cream to give her diabetes her way, wordlessly tipping his hat down as he leaves the room. It doesn’t take someone of Reborn’s calibre to know the man doesn’t like this any more than she does. But he’s her tutor, not her father (no matter how much she wishes otherwise some days), and so he can only stand back and watch this trainwreck.

Maybe that’s why she confides in her mother. Why when everyone is gone, Tsuna goes downstairs, starts to speak, and then bursts into tears. Everything comes rushing out, every lie about the mafia she’s ever told, and she begs her mother’s forgiveness for the lies, and Nana gives it readily, wrapping arms around her and letting her cry into a warm shoulder. The tears eventually leave, and Nana sits her down, gets her a glass of cold water, and begins to tell her a story.

It is not a nice story.

But it teaches Tsuna what she needs to know to survive. Because Nana was once a prominent black widow that nobody could ever track down. Her husbands died of natural causes - all the autopsy reports say so - and while people had their suspicions, there was no evidence for them to pin her with. And after a time, she’d learned how to disguise herself, going from one husband to the next.

Now she cups Tsuna’s small hands in her own, and drops the mask she uses around everyone. “Tsunako, do you want to learn how?”

Tsuna can’t say yes fast enough.

———–

Her first husband dies to poison.

It’s tradition, her mother insists, when she shows Tsunako had to make a clear, tasteless, odorless toxin that’s practically untraceable once its inside the system. It’s homegrown, and Nana is a perfectionist at teaching it. She has Tsuna make batch after batch after batch until eventually she gets everything perfect. And then she gets a dropper and begins to administer one drop to Tsunako a day.

One drop doesn’t kill her. It makes her feel like shit, but she muscles through it, because a true poison user is protected against whatever they brew. Bianchi is the same way - she can eat whatever she makes and the poison won’t kill her or even make her queasy. Nana is immune to whatever toxins she injects into the veins of others, and eventually Tsuna will be too. They have time - the wedding isn’t due for a while, and nobody is going to force her and her husband together until then.

Tsuna sees Reborn watching them, once, but he vanishes too quickly for her to ask him if he’s going to tell anyone what she’s doing. She doesn’t ask afterward, because there’s a look in his eyes that’s… proud. It makes her feel warm, and when he drills her on her lessons later on, she doesn’t complain, driven by her twin desires to survive what’s coming, and make the man that has become her father in so many ways proud.

Spring passes into summer, and the wedding is held. People flock from all over to see it, and Tsuna is dressed to the nines and sent out at the alter. Her husband is a tall, weedy-looking young man who looks far too smug. She hates him at once, and his oily touch doesn’t remedy that.

The poison is not in his drink, but in her lipstick, and when they kiss (him pressing far too close, too hard, disgusting) she feels a sense of predatory satisfaction. The next morning she wakes up and screams, which brings the bodyguard outside the door running. She plays the part of the horrified wife, discovering her husband’s cold, lifeless body in bed. They rush the body away, and bring her to Reborn to keep her safe while they go question guests and comb through the drinks menu.

Reborn eyes her fingernails, but his eyes flicker upwards when she taps her lip in pretend thought. There’s a ghost of a smile across his face, but it fades once the door opens and Timoteo enters, looking both furious and terrified. He questions her if she feels ill, or if anything felt off at the wedding. She answers no to both, wringing her hands and playing up the ‘Dame-Tsuna’ act to full effect. It works, and the old man leaves.

“You’ve been hanging around Bianchi too much,” Reborn murmurs, not moving his lips, and Tsuna has to bite her own to hold back her return of its not Bianchi I’ve been spending so much time with lately, but you already know that.

————–

The death is passed off as a heart attack a week later when no results come up showing foul play. Tsuna doesn’t even get to play the widow in mourning before Timoteo’s given her another husband, this time in the form of a 40 something lech that’s like every old man out of a hentai. The old man gropes her and laughs too loudly and tries to sneak a hand up her dress to cop a feel, but Tsuna smacks his hand away and smiles the same smile her mother does at home even as her stomach rolls and her anger burns a hole through her heart.

He tries to take her no less than four separate time against various walls, each time growing more and more impatient and annoyed when Tsuna darts away. The poison is in her nails this time, and when he finally grabs her too hard she scratches him ‘on accident’ and then demands he leave her alone, she doesn’t want to be touched. She closes herself off in her room and locks the door. Her new husband pounds on it and snarls demands, but she puts her headphones on and ignores him until eventually he gives up and goes away.

This poison is far more slow-acting, and it doesn’t strike until early the next morning during breakfast. Bianchi and Reborn have taken her out to a nearby cafe for breakfast, citing ‘comfort food in these troubling times and a female shoulder to cry on’. In reality Bianchi wants to know her methods and trade tips, and Reborn pays for a tiny cake and congratulates her on finding sneaky solutions to her problems.

“I thought you’d go running off and tell Timoteo,” she confesses to her tutor. Reborn gives her a look.

“I’ve been around this business long enough to know how these things go, Tsuna. Trust me, I don’t judge you one iota for what you’re doing. But you should probably change your methods here shortly.”

She nods, having already planned to use a needle on whoever the unfortunate third soul is. They finish breakfast and head home, laughing and talking about whatever strikes their fancy, and when they arrive home its to a Timoteo that looks far older than before. “Grandfather? What’s wrong?”

He gives her a pitying look. “There’s… there’s been another death, my dear.”

She drops to her knees in shock, Bianchi by her side instantly, hooking an arm around her shoulders and murmuring comforting words as she ‘helps’ Tsunako up. Reborn’s face is shadowed, but Tsuna can see the sparkle in his eyes from her position. “What happened?” she asks in what she hopes is the right tone of voice.

Later, Reborn toasts her in the privacy of the bedroom, and Bianchi congratulates her on another job well done. This death is passed off as a choking accident, as apparently the man had been shoving as much food in his gullet as possible when the poison had kicked in. Nobody had managed to get to him in time to prevent the ‘choking’, which just made the victory all the easier.

こちら「大きな女の子向け」なので言うのですが。私はジョンとアランの宇宙兄弟組推しなんですけども、そういえば、ムラムラしたアランがジョンを呼び出すみたいな漫画を描いて途中放置してるんですが、置き場所に困ってたりします。

だってアランが未成年…脱がせたりしたら児童ポルノにひっかかるのではなかろうか…?バレたらジョン兄さん逮捕されるよね!!!兄弟で何やってんだという話でもあるけど!!!

ジョン/アラン創作が少ないのも、やはりこの関係だったりする?!法的にヤバイからとか??!( ゚Д゚;)

ま、全然エロくはない内容なんですが、海外は日本以上に児童関係の規制が厳しいような気がするので、海外ユーザーの目にとまることも多いタンブラでは気をつけないといけないかなーとは思っています。限定公開とかにすればいいのかな?

言わなきゃわからない、これ誰シリーズ。

今PC整理していて過去絵をどんどこ掘り出しているんですが、描きかけのイラストやたら多いです。描いているうちにイメージが違ってきて放置(放棄?)しちゃうんだと思います。

この絵のファイル名が”sundayjon”となっていて、おそらく、「日曜日ちょっとラフなジョン」ってコンセプトで描き始めたんだと思います・・・自分で「はあ?」ってなりました(笑)

anonymous asked:

Is it bad that I'm thirsting for some Freed fanservice? Canon doesn't give us much of that smexy Freed bod so uh if ya want could ya draw some shirtless Freed? Ripped clothes, a grin and messy hair would do it too. Ok bye I'm sorry for my thirsty ass but Freed could slay me and I'd thank him for it!!!!

// You are right about him not getting enough fan service anon! I feel like most people forget that Freed is secretly ripped!? 

And yesss Freed SLAY!…me. Please sir. Goodness. 

Anyway, I hope this little sketch is satisfactory. I’ve drawn roughed up Freed in the past so many times.  I liked the thought of him training, something we don’t see or hear about him doing often.  Even Laxus has to steal a peek while he refreshes! and really what is more refreshing than shirtless Freed?! 


Oh and don’t think I’m finished with this sketch. I dunno when I will get around to the line art and the color, but it will happen. Keep ya peepers peeled for it!

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Finally, some color studies. I always forget how much spring tends to drain me, energy-wise. 

Top: Mountain type Aequis custom for @narqwibqwib based on lammergeier. (EXCITE!)

Middle: Mountain type Aequis custom, osprey coloration.

Bottom: Desert type Aequis, rufous-legged owl coloration. (I never expected for this one to get so out of control? Like woah.)

*dies under pile of unfinished work*