#**wips subject to change**

[bixels]

The Background Six aren't gonna be finished for a bit (character designs take time, especially when you're writing a final paper), so I'm gonna post the current "final" draft of Lyra now.

Lyra is Ponyville's resident eccentric artist. Although young, she's got plenty of ambition that'll take her far one day... hopefully. She's still working on her sci-fi book manuscript about an aliens with weird, fleshy meat hooks. As her side gig, she helps put together productions at Ponyville's local theater. She also enjoys singing jazz, dancing, and painting.

She's a Romaniote Jew, her family originally from Athens, Greece and immigrating to New York City in the late 1800s.

#her design's subject to change #inspirations were miss keane from ppg and betty boop #btw please don't ask about the other 5 in this batch #you'll get info when i have info on them #my art #wip #the grand galloping 20s #mlp

[minas-linkverse]

Hero, do you um.. do you have friends? Like do you get to visit Midna or anyone else who's not in the god realm?

The Hero's spirit is only allowed to interact with the mortal realms in special circumstances, but this rule applies to all the goddesses too so they're not too bothered by it. Too much interaction by them starts ripping reality apart anyway. Dunk!

Thankfully the God realm is also a kind of afterlife! Most spirits there are kind of blobby and simply waiting to go back to the world of the living as a new life, but any ~Special~ souls can be called with their earthly memories intact. Sometimes Hero goes hang with the Zeldas.

Midna's just here, tho. She comes and goes as she sees fit.

#Ask #Linkverse #Hero #Midna #The Midna design is a WIP! But she MAY appear in full colour and detail sometime............. #Ps. This is all subject to change #If the comic contradicts any of this later then the comic is the source you should believe

[verdantglow]

I believe it’s true,

‘Cause nothing matters when I’m all wrapped up in you.

(Made a Boat Boys playlist the other day. It’s not quite done & ready to post yet, but I’ve decided I want to go through it & do paintings for a few lyrics from each song on it. Here’s the first one. ^^ )

#boat boys #SmallEtho #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #verdant art #Part-time soulmate Full-time problem #<— gonna be using that tag for this series so people can find it on my blog. #also that’s the playlist’s name on Spotify if you want to listen to the WIP #just remember it’s subject to change & some songs might get swapped out #Spotify #fuck it I’m gonna slap this in their individual tags as well #I hope that’s okay #afaik Etho doesn’t go on tumblr & Joel seems to know exactly what kinda shit’s going on here. #anyway. #Joel SmallishBeans #Etho #Ethoslab

[passionartx]

Mine and @nixoon-again’s silly lil galexy themed au now has wip concept designs, multiple story and character arcs, symbolism as far as the eye can see….. but we currently have no idea how to put it all into words beyond screaming at eachother :,)

BUT if we ever do then maybe one day it’ll see the light of day 🫶✨

you’d think I would have learned from mine and @myymi’s 28 au’s but even we’re still trying to figure out how to translate screams into sense 😔 when we figure it out tho it’s game over ✨

#credit to the sonic racing character sheets for what I did the Amy and Knuckles concepts on!! #still trying to figure out design features so am experimenting on them #tails is very very not done and subject to change #gotta add so many sparkles transparency and more glow ahh #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sth #tails the fox #sonic #tails #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #sonic au #wip

[coulsart]

Don’t know if I ever posted them, but in 2022 I revamped some characters from a puppetcore universe I made a few years ago!! Recently i’ve gotten interested in them again and have been designing more characters for the universe ;)

Lore and ugly art from 2019 under the cut😭😭

Bonus credit to @themorbidjam for working on it with me👍

In the vibrant city of Brightville, many odd characters reside. The denizens come in all shapes, colors and sizes. And with very durable bodies, they can handle intense amounts of physical trauma, many seen simply walking away from a serious car accident or 100 foot fall.

While they cannot die by any normal means, something dark plagues the town at night. The “withered”. These creatures stalk the streets, searching for any citizen foolish enough to step out after dark. Those caught, well… they’re never seen again. At least, not as they were…

Fearful of the withered, none of the citizens dare speak of their nightly troubles. Not only that, using profanity, drinking, or engaging in any other impure things are strictly forbidden. Disregard of these rules could trigger an early night, spelling danger for the people.

No one knows the origin or reason for the oppressive dark, nor the strange, blacked out creatures that stalk within.

#couls art #couls doodles #oc #ocs #OLD ART WARNING AUUHGHHH #IM KINDA SHY ABOUT IT BUT I REALLY WANT TO POST A NEW CONCEPT USHGDHDHDH #cartoon #monsters #briteville #its not an original name thats the point #but it is subject to change djjfjfj #cRINGE WIP #BUT I FEEL WRONG POSTING CHARACTERS WITHOUT CONTEXT #jack #clyde #charlie

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

#wip snip #drarry #drarry wip #drarry fic #time travel fic #so the working title of this (subject to change ofc though i like to have titles set early) is the star splitter #which is about a guy who burns his pastoral farmer life down to get a telescope to figure out his 'place among the infinities' #it's probably my second favorite frost poem tbh #draco burning his life down to rethread the universe for young harry seems very appropriate to me #anyway #i'm going to have to pause this fic somewhat soon to work on a fest fic #trying to get as much done as i possibly can because i love it so much already !!!

[pianokantzart]

Slowly piecing things together in the rough draft

#my art #wip #rough draft #Tucked Away comic #that is the pending name #subject to change if I come up with something better

[fuluv]

WAIT BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP FR I NEED TO SHOW OFF MY ATTEMPTS AT ILLUSTRATING A SCENE FROM @milkywaydrinker'S NORMA/ZAGAN FIC

it's very important that everyone reads it and leaves kudos btw

#some panels are subject to change #im not sure if i like the pacing i used.. #dead end paranormal park #norma khan #zagan #wip #my art #delete later #when i finish it #its very rough sketches but maybe ill be done in a day or 2 #hmm #speaking of wips i still need to finish that love triangle pic #dead end #de:pp

[daylightdunbar]

jealous!theo + drunk!liam 👀

hiiii thank you!! sorry it took so long for me to answer 💓

Theo likes bartending.

He doesn’t like betas with smiles that blindingly crash through the walls that he’s spent years building up. He doesn’t like betas who are standing at the bar with their hands wound around the underside of it— a small vial of something poking out of their closed fist and a hopeful smile pulling at the corners of their mouth.

Except, that’s exactly how Liam is looking at him.

“Liam…” Theo trails off, clocking the vial of wolfsbane before snapping his gaze back up to the beta’s eyes. “No.”

“Why not?” Liam asks, cheeks flushed and he sways closer, leaning into the bar.

#this snippet is kinda short but that’s bc i’m not too far into this fic yet #again it’s subject to changes and tweaks #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #liam x theo #liam dunbar x theo raeken #thiam fic #teen wolf fic #jealous!theo + drunk!liam #ask games #wip games #anon

[kcamberart]

... kind of dark in here

#vollema #gamedev #game dev #game development #wip #work in progress #indie game #indie dev #fun fact you'll have another party member by this point in the game so i had to disable them in the editor when recording this b/c spoilers #im still kind of blocking out how i want this area to look visually so at least some of this is subject to change in the full release

[celluzu]

QSMP as Warrior Cats

Thunderclan: Roier, Quackity, Vegetta, Baghera, Slime, Mariana, Etoiles, Leonarda, Juanaflippa, Tilin, Pomme.

Shadowclan: Badboyhalo, Cellbit, Jaiden, FitMC, Foolish, Dapper, Ramon.

Riverclan: Forever, Pac, Mike, Maxo, Aypierre, Trump, Richarlyson.

Windclan: Philza, Missa, Felps, Antoine, Tallulah, Chayanne.

Loner/Rouge: Wilbur, Spreen, Kameto.

Starclan: Luzu, DanTDM, Rubius, Tilin, Bobby, Trump, Juanaflippa.

Dark Forest: Cucurucho, Elquackity.

- All "eggs" were found at fourtrees on the same night, the clans believe the kits to be a sign from Starclan for more peaceful, united times. The kits were taken back to clan camps, and continue to aid in bringing them together. They'll soon have more dangerous forces to deal with than border disputes.

- Unfortunately for the clans, these kits only seem to draw those dangers closer to their home. They quickly find that something is targeting the "eggs" and are devastated and enraged when they lose three of them to the mysterious monsters.

- Felps, believing to be following a starclan cat was led into the old Windclan tunnels. If he didn't know any better, he might just think that the "starclan" cat was the one who made the only exit collapse.

- Quackity vanished on the way home from a gathering, returning the next moon to the clans suspicion.

- Elquackity possesses Quackity's body similarly to how Ashfur possesses Bramblestar in the recent arc

- Wilbur is a loner, who found Tallulah at the edge of the Windclan border, knowing he couldn't take care of her alone he brought her to Windclan. He visits frequently, and is seen as a friend of the clans.

- Spreen is considered a hostile rouge by Thunderclan after attacking their Warrior Roier.

- Jaiden was once a thunderclan cat, after being plagued with nightmares of the dark forest she sought refuge with Shadowclan. Thunderclan believes her to be dead.

- Pac was separated from his patrol while examining suspicious paw prints after the disappearance of a friendly kitty pet. He found himself at the river, where he was dragged into the water by a mysterious force.

- Mike refuses sleep after his disappearance, fearful that Pac may visit his dreams from Starclan and confirm his fears that his friend might truly be dead

- Richarlyson can often be found crossing the river onto Sunningrocks to play with with Bobby. Forever can often be found dragging him back.

#this is a wip and subject to change but im happy with it so far #qsmp #pactw #mikethelink #qsmp jaiden #spreen #elquackity #wilbur soot #warrior cats #lots of half clan relations will happen here if you cannot tell #forever REALLY wants to get to know the leader of windclan..................

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on yet another wonderful wipsday~!

if there's one thing about me, it's that i like to explore the brother dynamic between the seed boys and katc is no exception <3

Edited to fix the a factual error. A massive thank you to @the-silver-chronicles for catching that jacob fought in iraq and not afghanistan (as i had mistakenly written 💀)

“So, the Cleansing,” Jacob says, pointedly changing the subject. “How’d that go?”

[Joseph] sighs heavily and crosses his arms, leaning his hip against Jacob’s desk. “John nearly drowned the Deputy and she nearly scratched his eyes out.” 

Jacob snorts. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

A fond, yet knowing smile graces Joseph’s lips. He nods, but it quickly grows melancholy. “I worry about him,” he confides. 

“He’s your little brother, Joe, it comes with the territory,” Jacob shrugs. 

“Maybe,” he hums, and he lapses into a brief, but thoughtful silence. Then, his brow creases and a realization flashes in his eyes. He looks to Jacob, cocking his head to the side. “You worry about me,” he smiles. 

Jacob leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. With raised brows, he regards his brother with detached incredulity. “Every damn day since you were born,” he grunts. It didn’t matter how much they bickered or how badly Jacob had wanted to stick Joe in a cardboard box and sell him for the price of an ice cream. At the end of the day, it was Jacob comforting baby Joseph when he couldn’t stop crying of colic. It was Jacob who stepped up to take the blame whenever the Old Man got pissed off. It was Jacob who set the barn ablaze just to get them away from that damn foster family. 

There hasn’t been a single day where the health and safety of his brothers hasn’t crossed Jacob’s mind. Especially after they were separated. Juvie, Iraq, wandering the streets of Rome with just a duffel bag and the clothes on his back, it was the dream of finding his brothers again that kept him putting one foot in front of the other, even when it would’ve been easier to fall back into his grave. 

Of course he worries about Joseph. And John. 

Hell, he even worries about Faith. 

They’re all he has left. He’ll do anything to keep them safe. 

But that isn't what this conversation is about. 

He scrubs his hand over his face and sighs. “Look,” he starts, “John didn’t really know you before you found him in Atlanta. He didn’t have the chance to outgrow the big brother worship, so you’re getting it now. He wants to impress you. Make you proud.”

“I am proud of him,” Joseph counters. “He’s come a long way from John Duncan.” He spits John’s former surname like it physically hurts him to say it. Whether it’s disdain for the hedonistic habits their brother used to entertain or contempt for the people who turned him into such a beast, Jacob can’t be sure. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Not that it should matter anymore. John is a Seed. He’s their brother. 

“Have you told him that?” Jacob asks. 

Joseph opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates. “No,” he says eventually. “No, I suppose I haven’t” 

“Might be a good place to start.” 

Joseph nods, but the slight downward tug of his lips belies the gesture. “I just…I worry about his behavior. It’s been getting more erratic. Did you know he killed one of our flock last night? After we lost the Deputy?” 

Jacob lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. He hadn’t been aware of that particular homicide, but does remember the first time John had called him panicking because he’d wrapped his hands around Lana's throat and didn’t stop squeezing until it was far too late. He’d helped him dispose of the body and kept things quiet. As far as anyone is concerned the former Faith's death had been purely accidental -- just an unfortunate misstep that sent her plummeting down Horn Serpent Cave.  

But Joseph is right. John’s behavior is impulsive at best and dangerously erratic at worst. Jacob desperately wishes he knew how to fix it, but short of a fucking time machine, he’s not sure there’s much he can do. For better or worse they’re the culmination of others’ failures, and they’ve all had to grapple with that in their own ways. Joseph found his Faith. Jacob found Purpose. And John, much like the toddler Jacob remembers leaving behind, will do anything for attention and affection. Even if that means hurting and killing anyone he thinks stands in the way of him achieving those things.

“Ever think he might feel threatened by your flock?” Jacob asks. 

The look of utter shock that crosses Joseph’s face gives Jacob his answer. “What?” 

“You and I had more time to get to know each other,” he says simply. “John didn’t. He’s more like the rest of your followers than I am. He knows The Father more than he knows Joseph. He wants your attention and knows that zeal and devotion are ways to get it.”

“I suppose I’m not very good at this whole big brother thing,” Joseph sighs. 

“Nah, you’re just out of practice.”

Joseph lifts his thumb to his mouth and chews at the corner of his nail -- a childhood habit that’s persisted despite the lemon juice and clear nail polish their mother had used to dissuade him from it. “What do you suggest I do?” he asks after a long moment. 

“Christ, Joe,” Jacob breathes, and he mutters a quiet sorry when his brother shoots him a harsh look for his language. “Just…” He sighs. “Just listen to him, okay? And don’t patronize him. Despite our memories of him, he isn’t two anymore. He’s a grown man. Treat him like one. You trusted him with the Valley for a reason. Let him prove to you that he can handle it and try not to get in his way. The training wheels are long overdue to come off.” 

A gentle smile creeps across Joseph’s face. “I should be so lucky that God has blessed me with such a wise older brother.” 

Jacob’s eyes are rolling before he can stop himself. “None of that leaves this room,” he says gruffly. “Now, speaking of younger brothers, did you want to see the Deputy’s or not?”

Tagging the beloveds @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis, @carlosoliveiraa, @cassietrn, @poetikat, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot, @miyabilicious, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else with something they want to share today! (taglist opt in/out)

#yes this is a fairly similar conversation to the one in fragile creatures and i! don't! care! #i have Feelings about this particular thing #also the second jacob gets close to any kind of compassion or vulnerability he changes the subject #can't let people know he /feels/ things #wip wednesday #anyway. idk how much of this will stick around in the final draft but it's something. i just like the idea of jacob being in john's corner #and joseph not quite understanding why he doesn't connect with john the way he can with jacob

[artdecosupernova-writing]

WIP Intro

Shadow Tamer

Premise

Gideon Stokes takes his daughter Warner to an animal-free circus for her birthday, where she's blown away by the magic acts and acrobatics that seem to overflow within the tent. Gideon's also impressed, and upon splurging a bit extra for Warner to meet the performers after the show, he forms an instant connection with Blake Bailey the Greatest—magician, clown, ringleader extraordinaire with a mysterious air as enigmatic as his true identity.

There's something about the act, however...the lights, the illusions, the general dark undercurrent. Nothing sits right with Gideon. And digging deeper into the circus itself as well as Blake Bailey uncovers more magic than he ever expected...and places him directly into the line of unfathomable paranormal fire.

Characters

Gideon Stokes — single dad, full-time store owner, doing his level best at all times

Warner Stokes — 12 years of age, in sixth grade, doing her level best some of the time

Blake Bailey — magician, clown, ringleader, not his real name, dabbling in things beyond human comprehension

Calliope Windlass-Hammerman — magician's assistant, acrobat, Blake's best friend and confidante

Snippet

Gideon stared into the hat. "Where's the rabbit?" There was a pause. Blake laced his fingers together in front of himself, lips pursed, and he glanced around the room as if looking for it as well. His brows lifted. "...Hm?" "The rabbit." Gideon laid a finger on the brim of the hat, frowning as Blake's attention wandered elsewhere. He had to admit he felt strange questioning the man's livelihood, and he couldn't explain why he was so certain it didn't add up. "The one you just put into this. The white one with the black fur patches around its eyes. You just had it. There's nothing under this table and there's no trick compartment in the hat...so where's the rabbit?" A row of performers marched into the tent room, interrupting Gideon's line of questioning. Blake seemed unfazed, a small smile tugging at his features as Calliope cartwheeled behind him. "Huzzah, hurrah!" a clown cheered, tossing blue glitter confetti into the air. "Hip, hip, hurray! It is, it is, a wonderful day!" Another clown chimed in, kicking up the dirt at their feet. "Pardon our intrusion! Don't mangle the illusion!" "Hells and bells and knells of steel!" Calliope sang, leading the clowns and her fellow acrobats through the flaps on the other side of the room. "Are we sure the magic isn't real?" Gideon's eyes widened, and under the shadow of the ceiling, Blake met his gaze under lowered lashes and a sudden aura of haunting profundity.

#Shadow Tamer #wip intro #that is not the stupid title I mentioned earlier lmao #also I came up with that snippet on the spot to give an idea of the vibe #lmao it's subject to change or not be in it at all #hell I don't even know what POV it'll be in 😪

[ladybugsimblr]

Pool/Guest House WIP

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inspo

#decorating wip #the villa re do #need some more greenery #i am on a landscaping journey lol #never really think about it but it's important #looking at this now gives me more ideas #always subject to change #😅

[trans-formers-n-stuff]

OPTIMUS PRIME!!!

i love them so much im so excited to finish my orion pax design i love them

the scarring on her mouth is inspired by @squidthesquidd 's au !! i love its stuff :3

#design is subject to change especially the matrix #idk if you can tell but that's the matrix instead of his spark #i have a half baked orion pax in a notebook somewhere! so ill go and polish him up once im home #optimus prime #tf optimus prime #tf au #transformers au #MY ART #tf nemau #get it its like nemo and au #nemau… and you say it like a frencj person #art #tf art #fanart #tf fanart #transformers fanart #transformers art #maccadam #maccadams #pencil sketches #we wont talk about his eye shape changing between two drawings #the mask is very much a wip #idk how it works #lmao! :3 #nemo art!

[plushchimera]

thaaaank u @snarkspawn for tagging me in the WIP Wednesday Whenever 😌💜 For once I conveniently have something to show.

You know I love the idea of making outfit line-ups, and I love thinking about outfit line-ups! Unfortunately I almost always overcomplicate things for myself and end up burned out before I get to the fun part ^_^;

#this is a wip #i'm definitely not struggling #with Lex and their 10 shades of black wardrobe #that i'm alone is responsible for #trying to find balance between their usual style #(subject that I constantly change my mind on) #and them (in this context) traveling far away from home for a week