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ghoulingcooper · 2 days
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happy wip wednesday saturday
enjoy the vaultghoul wip<3
It’s almost like watching a puppy, really. All wide eyes and wagging tail, flopping all around the place. Learning how to walk. Oh, she is absolutely terrified, ain't no doubt about it, but at the same time: there’s a spark in those eyes of hers. He can see it. She’s so… innocent. Untainted. Fresh meat, his mind whispers. Fresh fuckin’ meat. The Wasteland’s gonna chew this little girl up and spit her right back out again. The thing about this gal is, the world kicks her down and she just keeps on getting back up. He likes that about her. It's about one of the only damn things he likes about her.
And he ain't fuckin’ blind, either, he sees the way every man they come across looks at her. Like they wanna eat her, or fuck her, or both. With the shit he's seen, it's both. But then she'll turn to him and say somethin’, and her eyes will light up all bright-like, and his stomach will churn and churn, ‘cause the truth of it is, he’s no better. He’s no fucking better.
hey. hey @da3drat. whatcha workin on bestie
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ic3-que3n · 5 hours
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HAPPY SLUTTY SUNDAY! Again.
Seriously having fun with this. Join me.
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stabbyfoxandrew · 2 days
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Angel Neil please xx
WIP Wednesday (4/24) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 171)
“I will stay so long as you get it through your thick skull that I’m not your imaginary friend.” Neil starts, then he adjusts the string of his hoodie so they’re even. “I’m also not a hallucination or a delusion or a mirage or anything other fucky word that means made up.”
“It’s through.” Andrew says immediately, hating himself for it. Because he knows he’d say anything to keep this man around. He'd lie. He'd beg. He might even say p—
“Good.” Neil says with a decisive nod of his head. Then he lets out a sort of laugh. “This was all my fault really. I should never have told you what I was. It was bound to confuse you. Humans are stupid like that.”
“You were human just four months ago.”
“I was stupid then, too. Believe me.”
“I bet you were stupider than me,” Andrew says. An attempt to make Neil laugh for real. It works. And that sound makes Andrew feel lighter than air.
“You’d probably be right. You’ve got a year of college under your belt and I barely got through high school,” Neil says, making that ‘thinking about his past’ face. When he feels Andrew looking at him, he shrugs. “Hard to get good grades when your life is a living hell.”
“Oh, too true,” Andrew agrees. Then he's quiet for a moment before asking, “Did you end up graduating or did you drop out?”
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sovhina · 12 hours
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Couple days late but I was tagged by @harumeau in a wip Wednesday that has become a wip whenever uwu thank you sm!<333 so I come bearing Jin’s very late bday sketch and an update on my full bodies lol
Tagging @lilas @sunshinemage @paleiido and @brambeag no pressure ofc! uwu
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skyrim-forever · 1 year
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idk if this has been done but
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clockwayswrites · 7 months
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Black Smoke Custody: Watchtower drop in
WC: 504 Masterpost
Cleaned up an old, undone part of BSC for WIP Wednesday~ who knows if this will actually make it into the story, whenever I get around to it!
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Batman was mid sentence when Constantine jerked back from the meeting table. The base of the chair screeched against the floor as John pushed himself out of it.
"Constantine?" Batman asked; an order for information.
Constantine spun to look at him, blinking rapidly. Black smoke started to pour from the bottom of his trench coat. “Well, this is going to be a right mare.
He collapsed to his knees with a shout of pain. His fingers scrambled at the smooth floor. His back arched. Then as suddenly as it came, all the tension bled away. He slumped wearily onto his elbows.
Flash darted close only to stop himself short, hovering nervously around the Hellblazer. “Um, John?”
“Constantine,” Batman ordered again.
John ignored them both in favor of peeling back the lapel of his trench coat to peer at the smoke pooling there.
“What happened, kid?” His voice was gentle in a way that froze the rest of the founders, gentle in a way that they hadn’t heard from him before. It was still Constantine, still gruff and with that smoker’s rasp so it was unlikely they had to worry about a possession, but the tone was unmistakably softened.
The swirling black shifted, suddenly. John landed back on his ass as it curled around his torso tightly.
Constantine’s hand hovered just over the bulk of the smoke. “Okay, kid, you’re coming undone here. Can you pull yourself together a little?”
Slowly under Constantine’s gentle encouragement, the smoke condensed and started to solidify into a head with a unruly tuft of smoky black hair pressed tight into Constantine’s shoulder. Thin arms were wrapped around John’s waist. It was just as Constantine had addressed the being: a kid.
Wonder Woman lowered her blade.
“They found me!” The kid’s voice was filled with the static of a thousand overlapping voices at once. Superman flinched back at the sound, but Constantine didn’t even falter in the hand that was rubbing circles on the kid’s back. “They found me and I needed to—”
"Shit, fuck. It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. Nothing is going to get up here."
The kid froze— or froze as much as a being’s who’s form was made of soot and smoke was able to. “Up here?” They pulled their face away from Constantine’s shoulder just enough to glance around the room with startling bright green eyes. “Oh shit, this is the Watchtower! You’re in your meeting. I forgot, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come up here!”
The kid started to practically disintegrate as they spoke. Their legs became see through and whole chunks of their arms were flaking away.
“Kid, Danny, don’t fade on me,” John urged. “It’s fine. It’s okay. I’m glad you came to me. You’re safer up here than anywhere. I’m sure that Bats will understand he can’t send you back when you’re in danger.”
As he said this, Constantine looked at Batman. His stare was burning— promising hell if Batman refused.
“Why don’t we get you settled,” Batman rumbled.
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disjointed-art · 7 months
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Steddie and their emotional support snacks
Sometimes safe food is the only option when faced with the interdemensional bullshit that is Hawkins and the upside down.
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inflomora-art · 2 months
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wip wednesday steddie 🖤
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ekingston · 6 months
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DONT post morgana w/o warning!!! i will go FERAL
apologies anon but i’m not usually in charge of these things. case in point my current WIP:
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clearly my brain is not done with her yet
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emchant3d · 4 months
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Little wip Wednesday snip of this year's Christmas fic, a collab with @inflomora-art 🥰
Dropping Friday 💕🎄
“Steve,” he says gently, and Steve still doesn’t look up. Instead he rolls his lips in, biting down on them in a way that makes his jaw jut out, and Eddie sighs.
He reaches forward, resting his index finger beneath Steve’s chin and gently guiding his head up. 
“Baby,” he says, soft and warm, and Steve’s eyes snap to his, neck arched with Eddie’s touch. He releases his lips, all pink and worked over from his anxious teeth, and Eddie gently taps the lower one with his thumb, resting it on the plush skin. “Don’t tell me you just spend Christmas alone,” he pleads, and Steve’s eyes dart away, staring into the distance over Eddie’s shoulder.
“Okay,” he says, and there’s the barest bit of bite in Steve’s voice, a little defensive, a little bitchy, “I won’t tell you.”
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swordsandholly · 18 days
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A little sneak speak into a poly 141 x reader pro wrestling AU I’m working on for WIP Wednesday.
“Hello.” You blink up at the imposing figure above you.
Dark eyes stare down at you from behind his signature mask. A black balaclava with a sewn in skull covering his eyes. An iconic image in modern day wrestling.
The Ghost. Simon Riley. Current Heavyweight Champion. Thirty-one. Six-four and two hundred and fifty-five pounds. Lean.
You try very, very hard to ignore the fact that this massive man standing in front of you is wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and knee-high boots. It feels so much skimpier in person.
“Och, yer the new announcer, aye?” Another man appears beside him. John MacTavish aka Soap. Another member of the 141 faction.
He’s pretty. The kind of pretty you’d recognize from a mile away. He was always one of your favorites to watch in the indies, when you could, and he continued to be a favorite all the way into the pros. He’s fast, high energy but a heavy hitter at the same time.
Current tag team champions with Gaz. Twenty-seven. Five foot ten, two hundred and twenty pounds and one of the prettiest men on the planet, as per the numerous fan pages dedicated to him and his kilt.
You nod, trying to calm down the rushing in your ears by giving your name and holding out your hand. Hopefully he doesn’t notice the shaking.
“Lovely tae meet ye.” He shakes your hand excitedly, a genuine grin splitting his face. “Donnae mind the big guy - he’s as quiet out of ring as in.”
You snort. So it’s not just the persona.
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littleyarngoblin · 11 months
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So I’ve been knitting in an attempt to decrease my stash scraps. These fish mitts are addictive to make—they’re fun, fast, and simple enough, if you can read a chart and work in the round.
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Once I finish the blue fish, I’m planning to do a yellow and brown pair. Pretty much as many pairs as it’ll take while I wait for yarn for the Halibut sweater set I have planned.
Here’s the pattern, for anyone who wants to make their own school of goldfish mittens.
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omaano · 6 months
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WIP - Three hours into my third attempt at this Cody portrait
(This is why you add your bright highlights last. They help pull the picture together enough that you're reluctant to work on it any more, because it is kinda good enough, right)
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stabbyfoxandrew · 2 days
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Hey Aerie! I'm sorry you had a bad week, hopefully this one will be better!! Could I have some Vampdrew? I love how different (close!) his relationships with his humans are! And Neil just smelling too delicious 👀! Thank you for sharing your work ily <3
WIP Wednesday (4/24) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 117)
Andrew pulls away immediately, feeling a thousand times better. He uses Nicky’s eyes as a mirror and sees he’s only got a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth this time. He thumbs it away before saying, “I owe you.”
“If you pick up the popcorn explosion, we’ll be even,” Nicky mutters before slipping into his post-drink coma. Andrew rolls his eyes at the request but agrees to the terms. He’s picked up twenty-three pieces before Aaron unwisely opens his mouth.
“I’m starting to think we need to lock you in a bathroom for a while.” 
Andrew freezes for a second at that. And Nicky valiantly tries to sit up, the venom making it a bit difficult for him to get his voice working. “Don’t—”
“If you find a bathroom that can hold me, you can try.” Andrew challenges, looking Aaron in the eye. To prove his point, he zips around the room and picks up every piece of popcorn he sees— which is all of them, one hundred and nineteen to be exact. Then he pushes the bowl into Aaron’s hands.
His twin looks up at him, bewildered for a moment at his speed. “I’ll get to work on that.”
“Good luck.” Andrew wipes his hands on his jeans to remove the greasy feeling. “I have to go back to the court now. If you hear sirens… It’s probably me.”
“We’ll bust out the good pitchforks for you,” Aaron jokes. Then he takes a piece of popcorn from the bowl and Andrew doesn’t stop him from putting it in his mouth.
“Hey… That was… on the floor,” Nicky slurs, making Aaron grimace.
“Oh. Ew.” His face twists and Andrew cackles as he leaves, finally in a decent mood.
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theotherbuckley · 1 month
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WIP Wednesday!
Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings 💜
So I had an idea for a new fic. Not sure if I’m actually gonna write it because I have 7 assignments and 2 tests to do over the next month but I just had this idea and I thought it was funny so here’s a snippet.
(Or Eddie gets transported back in time and meets Buck 1.0 at a bar)
“You keep staring at me.” Buck’s voice comes from beside him and he startles.
“I uh—“
Buck chuckles. “So, you wanna buy me a drink or do you wanna get out of here?”
What? Is Buck… hitting on him?
Eddie frowns at him. “I’m not uh—“
Buck rolls his eyes. “Really? You gonna pretend you haven’t been checking me out all night? Please,” he scoffs.
“I-I have a kid!” Eddie splutters out. Seriously Eddie?
Buck's eyes light up and his whole expression changes. He looks more like the Buck Eddie knows.
“I love kids!”
Eddie fights the urge to say I know. “His name is Christopher… he’s e—“ shit how old is Chris now? “Six?”
Buck furrows his eyebrows. “You sound mighty sure about that, man.”
Fuck now Buck thinks he’s a bad parent. “No, no, sorry uh yeah he’s six.” Eddie takes out his phone to show Buck the picture of Chris saved to his Lock Screen. Chris is so small in the photo — his red glasses are slightly too big for his face and he’s holding onto his blue crutches that had dinosaur stickers plastered all over them. Damn, Eddie really misses those days. Well, he supposes he’s got them back now.
“He’s super adorable,” Buck says, beaming, and Eddie knows he means it. Buck raises his hand to signal the bartender. “Question still stands though, drink?”
He shouldn’t… “Um, sure.”
Bucks eyes widen. “You’re—you’re not married are you?”
Eddie hesitates… technically. “Uh…”
“Oh shit! Sorry!” Buck is quick to apologise.
Eddie shakes his head, “No, no I haven’t seen my wife in… a few years? She left us.” And she’s dead in another universe but that’s a bit more complicated to explain.
“Sucks man. Her loss is my gain though,” he says, and there’s that smirk again. Eddie wants to kiss that smirk off his face. What? “I’m Buck, by the way,” Buck says, stretching his arm out.
I know, you’re my best friend. “Eddie,” he replies, shaking his hand.
“I look forward to getting to know you,” Buck says, his eyes wandering over Eddie’s body lustfully.
Eddie swallows. This was so not what he signed up for.
Not that he’s complaining.
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erakubi · 2 months
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wip// working on my au of modern day sesskag family c:
what is baby lookin at?
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