#and 3 wips^_^ yay!

[smallknowingjester]

:33 < yayyyyyyy yuri w33k!! day1!!! dance/8reak with false and stress! ^___^ @mcyt-yuri-week

#stressmonster101 #falsesymmetry #falsestress #is that what theyre called. homestuck ass shipname #hermitcraft #sashy art #mcytyuriweek2023 #hermitshipping #eyestrain #cw eyestrain #i found out a8out yuriw33k Yesterday and already i have the entire w33k planned #and 3 wips^_^ yay! #stress #false #fress

[kiksniko]

old sketches

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #sketchy #i'm having withdrawal symptoms from not drawing for 3 days sooo have these lil doodles #i was gonna post wips from a comic that i was working on but #i read through it again and have decided that i will actually finish it HSJKDBS #so yay for having a project to motivate me !!

[frostbitebakery]

“I would like to kiss you, Commander.”

“You let Dex put candles on your table once…”

“That was very romantic, my dear.”

“So were the burgers.”

“Notably the fried onions. Can I kiss you now?”

“Sure,” Cody quirked a small smile, got a hand tangled in the robe and couldn’t, for the life of him, hide anything in his eyes.

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #my art #the clone wars fanart #SORFTE #i can cross off the burger date from my wip list YAY #ok this was supposed to go online at like 3 am #apparently it goes online NOW #ugh #frostbitebakery art

[pixelshary]

🍳🥧🌿

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 build mode #ts4 build wip #ts4 interior #ts4 edit #ts4 inspo #kitchen done yay <3 #🍳🍳🍳

[yellowcorps]

put it down like new york city (i never sleep wild like los angeles (my fantasy

#tales from the borderlands #borderlands 3 #rhys the company man #rhys strongfork #vaughn the money man #handsome jack ai #ezeart #borderlands #I found old wips . Yay yay yay yay

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

I've finally worked up the courage to post the opening of one of the Mysterious Lotus Casebook fics I'm writing (Li Lianhua/Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing), specifically, from my post-canon fic where LLH's shiniang tried to sacrifice herself to cure him.

Tw/cw: suicide attempt, mention of off-page non-consensual medical procedure, internalized ableism

***

Li Lianhua crashed to his hands and knees on the ground as the last trickle of his borrowed qi abandoned him, the densely-packed sand doing nothing to cushion the blow. The impact rattled through his spine and ribs, shaking loose a bout of coughing that forced him to swallow down the burning flare of copper trying to escape from his mouth. He couldn’t cough up blood now, not here, too many steps away from the water’s reach. It would leave evidence of his route, a trail that his shiniang would undoubtedly follow once she had broken free from the immobilization. He couldn’t let her find him until the job was done. 

He pushed himself to standing, his arms and legs shaking hard enough to nearly drop him back to his knees, and he blinked to will the dancing black spots from his eyes. The waves awaited him, and he refused to crawl to meet them. He took a staggering step toward the sound of crashing water ahead of him, far fainter now than it had any right to be, and squinted against the sunlight to get his bearings. 

A large gray lump on his left snagged his attention, disrupting the blur of gold and blue that filled up the rest of his view. Why did that look familiar? He took an unsteady step closer, pressing his palm against his chest to convince his lungs to hold back a cough one more time, and the gray lump resolved into a rock. 

A rock that had once served as a pillow that was soft only in comparison to how hard the rest of the day had been.

Of course. He’d landed at Donghai beach. He swallowed back tears with a bitter laugh. Never let it be said that the universe didn’t have a sense of humor.  

He’d returned after all: three months late for the duel and over a decade late for bringing his decrepit body back to the waves that had so decisively spat him out. But surely this time, with all the mysteries solved and no business left unfinished, the sea would accept the offering of his broken frame. Li Xiangyi was long dead and it was past time for Li Lianhua to follow his example. He was already a ghost in every way that mattered. And this was the only way to guarantee his shiniang would live.

She would be furious, of course, but wasn’t furious better than dead? How could it be unfilial to make sure she lived on? Too many people had died for him; he refused to let her join those ranks. Dying to save her was already a far better death than he deserved. 

As for the others, Xiaobao would have his teachings and would be too busy climbing the heights of the jianghu to miss the weak physician he once protected. 

And a-Fei—

—well, how could he still fixate on defeating a ghost with Xiaobao shining more brightly than Li Xiangyi ever had?

No, this end was far better for everyone, and best of all, no one would sacrifice their life or be forced to play caretaker to an empty husk of a man.

A familiar chill seared through his veins and meridians, despite the warmth of the fur of his outer layer, stealing away his breath and the amorphous blue blur before him. He took another stumbling step toward where it had been, his heart stuttering painfully in his chest. 

Not much longer now. It seemed his frenzied dash here and self-shattered heart meridian were more efficient for what he had in mind than the weight his waterlogged fur coat would have offered.

Perhaps he didn’t need the coat for this at all. His body would certainly float further without it. And not even his shiniang could save him now, so what harm could it do to leave some evidence behind? Xiaobao might not believe the beggar’s words, but surely this fur cloak at the water’s edge would put to rest any lingering futile hopes. And then Xiaobao would tell a-Fei.

And if it brought them peace, if it let them say goodbye, then how could he not leave it behind?

It was decided, then. 

He lifted his hands to the coat’s laces, then paused. Were those voices? For a moment, he could have sworn he heard—

—Ah, no, the hallucinations must have started again. 

He smiled. At least he had heard a-Fei and Xiabao one last time, if only in his mind.

He untied his laces with fumbling, stiff fingers, and let the coat fall behind him. 

His heart and lungs clenched with another spasm, and a wave of dizziness broke over him, threatening to drop him to his knees once more. 

He fought against it, muscles shaking as they never had during battles. He couldn’t surrender now; not until he reached the water. He could manage three more steps. He had to.

He tried to lift his foot again.

The world swam before him, and darkness dragged him under.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #my fic #Li Lianhua #Di Feisheng #Fang Duobing #Feihua #tw: suicide attempt #the fic will end happily I swear! #This is just about the lowest point for everyone #This is my first time really sharing my creative writing publicly in about 4 years #I am sooooo nervous omg #yay for at least temporarily being healthy enough to write! #wip wednesday #the POVs of the fic alternate between all 3 of the MCs #and they are all unreliable narrators in different ways

[stabbyfoxandrew]

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.

#hehe! :D yay i love u too!!! <333 #i also love the relationships in this au! see. since andrew can read people's minds he can fix the stupid problems they have. #aaron: thinks andrew killed tilda because he was angry he was given up // vampdrew: 'hey idiot i killed her because she was hurting you.' #nicky: andrew hates my guts. /// andrew: sometimes. /// nicky: not all the time? :D #you see what i mean? he doesn't have to figure out what people are thinking he can just Hear it. so. yes. that's why the twinyards have mor #of a sibling relationship in this au instead of acting like roommates! :)<3 #andreil #aftg #Vampire Andrew AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #c-lion

[youngblood-valkyrie]

"Impressive work, Miss Vance..."

(more wip shots of this under the cut)

#my art #half life #half life alyx #gman #spolier #the funny man in his funny cube... #anyway. hello. finished this thing off if you can even tell a difference from the wip lol #'finished off'... more like got tired of it because i actually don't like painting very much??? #this is the g-mans fault. i painted 3 canvases of him already. he made me do this lol #added some lightning effects and reinforced the barriers here.. they had some kind of funny pattern but i didn't bother with it... #if it looks rushed - that's because it is haha #i was actually surprised the wip got as much traction as it did?? like hello guys my finished gman art is right there what are you DOING /l #also yay more wips featuring my messy aah desk #hope this blows up too /j #moonlight rambles

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇

   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

#possessed doll au #possessed puppet au #This is pretty much the start of the doll reveal I did art for from Clark's and Diana's pov lol #batman au #cryptid batman #clark kent #superman #writing wip #Bruce when Clark first bends an arm in a way a human can't: I shall take note of this to see if I can do this later #Clark: Wow I have a friend who doesn't mind me doing weird things yay! #I like to think that the dolls start getting black veins through the wood like a mimicry of human arteries the longer they're in use #It's a symbiotic relationship that starts semi parasitic but turns mutually beneficial as the bond grows stronger #Diana who is made of clay probably also has a bit of a reveal to her teammates at some point I just realized #Maybe add my kintsugi headcanon for amazons in this oneshot lol #Might post the finished oneshot in AO3 if you'd be fine with it #Absolutely love this AU so much <3<3<3 #Bruce is unaware of how expressive his ears are when he doesn't have them tucked down to not hit them on ceilings lol #Clark isn't aware that half the time Bruce is not listening for sounds but listening to comms and for vibrations #Pfft oh I can't wait for Constantine or another magic user meets the batclan for the first time #Just chanting “what the fuck” over and over because *wtf is up with that* #It's like a wooden homunculus thing mixed with a sacrifice and willing possession and so much that *Should Not* be a single creature #How many tags until Tumblr has the munchies and eats them #random thing but wasn't there one series of games or comics or whatever where the batfam had a robotic dog or two #I am *just saying*- #Clark: He don't bite #Batman hunched over like some sort of predator about to pounce with spikes out and rattling/clattering angrily: #Goons & Future JL members: YES HE DO #batman #bruce wayne #dc

[cheriboms]

doctober day 4: light blue

OKAY HEAR ME OUT >_> i know its a bit of a stretch but my mind read the prompt and basically went 'something borrowed something blue' so. they <3

#back to the future #bttf #clara clayton brown #doc brown #emmett brown #doctober #doctober 2023 #mary steenburgen #christopher lloyd #(i guess) #also i saw this very lovely 1880s wedding dress n was like 'i cant NOT draw clara in it'. idk if i did it justice tbh but it is what it is #is it criminal that we dont get to see their wedding and their children being born? yes. plus marty deserved to be best man 🙄😔 #ALSO ALSO YAY ME ACTUALLY BEING ON TIME FOR ONCE !!!! love wins <3 #tomorrow? who knows ^^; #my arts #my sketchy wip arts #PS prompt: 'light blue' ... me: 'anyway. purple' #but claras pin is important to me so i do what i want. slay

[wackulart]

need more model jack propaganda

referencing this image

#THIS TOOK ME LIKE #THREE DAYS #but yippee yay im done #BJEARFKSDKG #im happy i finished it bc i have so many wips #BUT JACK PREVAILS #my wife <3 #handsome jack #art #my art #borderlands #borderlands 2

[dayurno]

the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)

Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)

“Riko? Are you awake?”

In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)

Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary. 

“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly. 

Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.

Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it. 

Neil knows the gray does something to people.

what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!

#theyre also all rather short which at least im pleased with #also my favorite is number 2 its the riko transmigrator au and it lives in daydreams with me #i LOVE you scum villain's self saving system i love you i love you #its so silly and i love it so dearly #uhhh lets see what else. thg au with roisin! absolute banger #kerejean with miss niknak! ABSOLUTE banger #7 is first time / first light #and 8 is gratuitous kandreil smut with gray haired kevin <3 yay #no but seriously what this tells me is that while looking through my wips i realized i need to write something for k/t or k/j/t #ive written thea before but only in brief mentions so i want to try to get her pov right or at least a good grip on writing her #kevin day you're fucked. and you will be fucked #amen #uuuh lets see. number 6 i will not tell you but i will say i love seth gordon #and number 4 is the previously mentioned jean in palmetto fic #but it is actually mostly an excuse to write gratuitous sub!jean smut #thats all i have for you. for now. i will go back to the drawing board and draft up some kevthea for my enjoyment #either lesbian kevthea (i hauve covid) or. i shan't say it in public #nora sakavic saw me talking about kevin day forced feminization the last time i'm not taking chances now #txt #my writing

[cosmoshard]

“Dragon Girl.”

#YAY #I POSTED A WIP THATS BEEN IN A FOLDER FOR WEEKS #ITS DONE #Lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk mei #dragon girl #samadhifire #idk what else to tag #my art <3

[oh-gh0st]

new wip!! hooray!!

#oso san posting #ghost's doodles #self insert #shinrei mijime #ghost's wips #<--- new tag for the wips!! yay!! #ive had this idea stuck in my head for WEEKS and i needed to get it out #it's based on the fact Shinrei's an idol and she would quote on quote collab with the matsus methinks #its gonna be similar to one of those realisic-shaded prints that the oso-san team has done sometimes like a magazine cover #bonus points for who can guess the hesokuri wars set correctly :3

[tiofrean]

For the ask game: Poseidon 👀👀

Thank you! :D <3333 Ah! Our sea dad! :D

I had this idea that I talked about with @heycarrots and @blankbullet5 of Flint being Poseidon (or a child of Poseidon) and being the sea's favorite. He doesn't drown, he squeezes extra speed out of the Walrus, the wind comes when he needs it, the currents are always in his favor, he knows where to sail to get what he wants, etc. BUT! The catch is - he is kinda unaware of it himself. Silver puts this shit together in his head and confronts him. Cue in, Flint clumsily trying to use his powers when he thinks Silver is drowning. Silverflint as the endgame (there's A LOT of that pairing in what I write)

Snippet:

Silver sees none of it, too busy watching their captain whenever he can. They have been in the doldrums for a little over three days, and the sun baking them all mercilessly cannot be responsible for his state of mind in such a short time. They are drifting, but only John feels like he isn’t helplessly lost, hanging onto his newest obsession.  “Anything?” De Groot asks him, frowning down at Silver’s sprawled form. He has been sitting on the deck for the better part of the morning, pulling up eel cages, coming up with nothing. In reply, he shows the man another empty trap, then plunges it back into the water.  They have time still, he thinks, they’ll be out of there soon.  As soon as Flint gets out of his funk, that is, and works his magic on the ocean around them.  As if summoned, the captain walks out of his cabin and turns sharply towards one of the ladders leading below, his face as grim as ever. It has been like this since Charlestown - his features set in marble, his posture rigid. Gone was the ease with which he half-joked, half-threatened Silver, chased away by some ghoulish thoughts that have nothing to do with their current situation, and everything to do with Mrs. Barlow’s death.  Silver can’t help but wonder whether he can still bring a spark to the literal powder keg that Flint’s temper is, or whether it is all gone now, wet and useless.  He has seen Flint command this ship like a madman from hell, making the Walrus do things no vessel should be expected to do. He has seen Flint command men in a way that seemed almost frighteningly regal, with his chin up and his eyes blazing, like a creature from another world biding mere mortals to do his will. 

#yay! :3 #thank you #tag game #tumblr tag game #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #fanfic writing #black sails #silverflint #wip

[reinafish]

WIP

#honey the cat #au design #au #sth au #sonic au #au honey the cat #:3 #art wip #wip #yay artt