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enspey · 11 months
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Just dropping in for a random Monday wipdate. I’m still trying to catch up on commissions, but for my sanity I have been working on a side project. Can’t share commission progress, but I can show wip progress.
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@infamous-if brainrot is real. Devyn’s outfit had to be redone. People will see when I finally finish. One day. I had a sad, I loved the outfit I originally did, but it was not accurate to character so it was washed away….saaaaaaad. No glamrock Devyn. Technically looks more cohesive this way, but….the sparkles! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND! Best part of working on Devyn is she has the same hairstyle my friend rocked for years. Granted her’s was neon green. Her pink phase was long. It just made me smile thinking about my friend.
Not sure when I will be able to finish this. As Iris still needs adding and then putting everything into the composition planned. But I didn’t want to be silent forever. I’m still alive. Art is being done. Commissions being worked on (albeit slowly).
And happy Pride Month!
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katlyntheartist · 4 months
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Working on another Bluey/Sonic Movie2 animatic. It's a short one so I'm hoping it will be done in a week or so :)
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detective-giggles · 9 months
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Hehehe 😅 another kiss fic instead of WIP Wednesday?!? Yeah- it happened again. It’s not my fault, okay? I haven’t worked on a WIP in ages. I’m sorry. Life got busy and I don’t know how to fix it. This lil one is filling the prompt #9 sharing a kiss before going into work.
Thanks to @rosedavid @thebumblecee @taralaurel @sanjuwrites @bonheur-cafe @wtfuckevenknows for the wip wednesday tags!!
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Carlos sighs and reaches out to shut off his alarm before it can go off and wake TK. He carefully untangles himself from his husband and slides out of bed.
He’s not even sure if TK’s aware he does it, but immediately TK rolls over to Carlos’ vacated spot,, and hugs Carlos’ pillow close, although he doesn’t fully wake. Carlos finds it adorable and he shakes his head fondly as he heads for the bathroom.
Less than a half hour later, Carlos emerges from the bathroom, scrubbing a towel over his damp curls. TK is still asleep, as he should be, on his first day off in ages.
Carlos heads into the kitchen and pours some coffee into a travel mug. He grabs his bag but sets it down again. As much as he doesn’t want to wake TK, he just can’t leave without saying goodbye.
He slips into the bedroom and runs his hand through TK’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his face.
TK mumbles something that Carlos imagines is “Have a good day!”, even though he can’t quite make it out.
“I Love you,” Carlos says. He pats TK’s arm and makes his way to the door.
“Be safe,” TK mumbles. “I love you.” And this time Carlos hears him loud and clear.
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Not technically tagging anyone because it’s no longer wednesday but @noxsoulmate got anything to share with the class? 👀
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hushed-chorus · 8 months
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Trope Grading Game (instead of WIP Wednesday)
Hey folks, and thank you for the tags on Sunday @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @theearlgreymage @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian and @youarenevertooold, and to @cosmicalart for the tag today (thank you for joining us!)
I’m having a slow morning, so when @aristocratic-otter tagged me in this game, I figured it could be a good way to try to ease myself into some writing. So consider this in lieu of my WIP post!
Honestly this was an interesting one to fill out, because I rarely seek out specific romance tropes. I’m always looking for the circumstances that lie beneath. The setting and plotty plot that the tropes are part of. Also, I’ve realised I’m very ignorant about romance tropes, so I may be misreading some of these xD 
Also, most of this is answered in a Snowbaz context, given that’s my only fandom.
Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?
-10 -> very dissuaded
0 - don’t care either way
+10 -> very enticed
nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged
Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.
Age gap: -5
Broadly, no. Anyone younger than 22 in a relationship with someone significantly older is something I avoid. That being said, my all-time favourite cishet romance is Hazel and Agnes in S1 of The Umbrella Academy. I’ve never wanted a cishet Happily Ever After so much in my whole life lol.
Codependency: +4
Broadly, yes. I enjoy fics that unpick the ways in which a couple are entangled and how that creates challenges, as well as how they may be resolved. I guess in a snowbaz context this often also means fluff, and tbh fluff isn’t my thing unless it’s at the end of a fic full of challenges that they have overcome.
Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +5
Outside of Snowbaz, not really. Within Snowbaz (and thus informed by its canon), yes. Especially when Simon is being an oblivious dufus and Baz is pining.
Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +7
Erm yes, I probably like this more than I previously realised lol. Like, as long as this isn’t the defining characteristic of the two characters, I can really get into it. I love Snowbaz fics that show a playful side to Simon.
Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10
Abso-fucking-lutely. Obviously. Hot, lots of strong feelings, tension, angst, yes yes yes.
Friends with benefits: -2
If it’s sex with neither romance nor part of an enemies-to-lovers storyline, I’m not really interested. I’m a romantic at heart.
Sex to feelings: +5
Reasonably neutral as a baseline concept, but this can totally be done very well. It depends on the set dressing that goes with it. Is there conflict? Confusion over said feelings? Something keeping them apart? I love that shit.
Fake dating/relationship: 0
I’ve read good fics that use this concept, but the concept itself doesn’t excite me, so I don’t specifically seek it out.
Friends to lovers: 0
I like enemies to friends to lovers, but I like fics that have tension and uncertainty. Friends with benefits can certainly have that, but for me its not guaranteed to scratch that itch. 
Found Family: -3
I’ve not read any found family in fanfiction, but I’ve not enjoyed it in original fiction. It too often casts found family as a cure to a person’s baggage and past trauma, or just flat-out handles these topics in a way I find deeply uncomfortable (coughthehouseintheceruleanseacough)
Hurt/Comfort: +9
Oh yes yes yes. This is my jam. I like it best, however, when it’s part of a larger fic with other things going on (especially as part of a slow burn).
Love Triangle: 0
I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t appeal in the context of snowbaz. I have a slight aversion to fics where Lamb is part of the love triangle. No shade on anyone who writes that, he is a good canon character to place in that role, but it doesn’t align with my personal HC for Lamb.
Poly, open relationships: -5
I guess I’m way too monoamorous for this. Clone smut, however… 
Mistaken/hidden identity: +10
OMG. Ok so so this is where I probably stray from the point (lol), because I love this in a very specific context. Do we count Baz hiding the fact he’s a vampire in this? Because I LOVE stories where the character has something strange/supernatural about themselves that they are trying to hide, or that they may not even know about themselves in the beginning. And I could see enjoying this in a non-supernatural context (I just love fantasy elements a lot). Outside of Baz being a vampire, I don’t know if this is done much in the Carry On fandom? If anyone has any recs, I’d very much welcome them!
Monsterfucking: +6
As you’ve probably gathered from previous responses, I’m not a big smut person. But I gotta admit, I do like a bit of monsterfucking.
Pregnancy: +4
For someone with zero interest in having kids, I do enjoy a good mpreg fic. Especially when it’s unexpected and the pregnant character is riddled with doubt and uncertainty, leading to some hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending. 
Second Chance: +2
Hmm. I'm neutral on breaking up and getting back together fics, but getting together later fics can be interesting. But, again (fuck this is my mantra), I’m mostly interested in the surrounding circumstances. What is the canon divergence that kept them apart? This is what will snag my interest.
Slowburn: +10
Yes! I LOVE a long plotty fic with slow burn and all that deliciousness. 
Soulmates: +8
As long as that baby has some angst/uncertainty/misunderstandings, I am all over that shit.
Right! Now I’m off to see if I can make any meaningful progress on my shipwreck COTTA. Happy Wednesday y’all! I won't tag anyone else but if anyone wants to play, please consider this an invite!
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stereopticons · 2 months
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Thanks for the wip wednesday tags! I have the plague (physically and mentally) and have not been able to write but hopefully soon!
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myheartalivewrites · 6 months
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15th of November, halfway through NaNo.
Word count: 25,371 on my NaNo project. ([redacted] on fics, but we won’t talk about that) So, managed to stick to target so far and I’m super happy about that, because it’s been painful. Buuuut writing in half-hour bursts where I set a timer and force myself to stare at the doc and nothing else is working well to pull the words out of me, even when they really don’t want to come out.
Feeling: horrendous. Like no way all these words are going to coalesce into a novel. But also that to keep going is the only way to find out.
Telling myself (repeatedly): to trust the process and stop expecting perfection at this stage. To get to know the book as I write it, and know that I can add so much to it once I know it better.
Anyone else?
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northerngoshawk · 1 year
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🌹 or else
gladly 😌
She was only distantly aware of the exclamations of surprise around her, of the familiar rumble of her brother’s voice as he rushed towards her. She was only distantly aware of Yagoda’s voice, urgent and grave, of the masters’ demands of why are you here?
Because all she saw was him.
Aang.
His skin, pale and bloodless underneath the blue of his arrows. His face, slack and empty as his head lolled like a broken doll’s with every tug of his body. His arms, limp and heavy, one laying by his side and the other thrown over his bandaged torso, which rose and fell with shallow breaths.
His blood, staining Yagoda’s hands.
for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing
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youarestellarverse · 1 year
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[image description: a purple banner that has the words “work in progress” on it. end of description]
Talking In Your Sleep, Chapter 4
"Aw, shit. We need to go back to Duane Reade." 
The curse is delivered cheerfully. Jason glances up from his sketch and looks at his reference: Percy, totally naked in the kitchenette, frowning thoughtfully at his wrist. 
He catches Jason looking and winks at him, breaking into a grin that only makes Jason blush harder as he lifts his hand. "You held on pretty hard last night, I didn't  get concealer when we went before, and I don't feel like spending my birthday explaining BDSM to my parents." 
"Fair enough," Jason agrees, shaking his head at himself. His ears are on fire; he's not sure if it's because of what Percy just said or how good his ass looks in the early morning light. Either way, Jason starts sketching that familiar curve so his hands have something to do. "How does Shannon feel about that stuff?" 
"What, kink?" Percy smiles, leaning deliberately against the counter. He could teach a class in posing for pinups. "She knows I'm a sub. She also knows I've been working myself into a tizzy over telling you that, and keeps getting on my case about it because it's important to be open with my boyfriend about my sexual needs." 
Percy's red-faced too, now, and Jason feels a little guilty for finding that such a relief. He puts aside his sketch and joins Percy at the counter, pulling him flush. 
"She's right," Jason says mildly, deep in the bass end of his range. "Not that you really had to say it out loud, but I'm proud of you for it anyway." 
His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. 
Percy closes his eyes and leans in against it, surely feeling it thud against his cheek. 
"Damn, dude," he mumbles, grinning. He lifts his head to look up at Jason, winding an arm around his back. "I had a feeling you'd be into it, but I didn't realize you'd be such a natural." 
"I'm an eighteen year old bisexual with an internet connection," Jason counters, his ears roaring. "You didn't think I was doing it accidentally, did you?" 
"Honestly?" Percy huffs with amusement. "I assumed you jerked off to books. Like, The Iliad and rock memoirs and stuff. Things you could pretend you had for school."
"You're less wrong than I wish you were," Jason admits. "I usually got embarrassed before I could even type anything into an incognito window. I can be obtuse, but not enough to completely miss my, you know, inclinations." 
Percy bites his lip around a grin. He stretches up onto the balls of his feet, putting his teeth right at Jason's ear. 
"Aries moon," he purrs, biting between words. "Plus a Leo venus. Of course you're a dom. How did I not peg you the second I looked at your star chart?" 
"Sorry; not my thing," Jason deadpans. 
Percy loses his balance from laughing so hard. Jason, grateful for a second where the focus isn't on him, compensates before Percy actually falls over. 
SIGN OF LIFE!
I finally managed to whip myself into shape (heh). I'm sorry it's been so long! I've been having a heck of a time with meds stuff, but it seems to be mostly sorted, knock on wood.
Also, this will be the last chapter, making 4 total. Can it be? Finishing something I started???
.../knocks on wood again
Total word count: 3232
ping list: @perseusjackson-jasongrace; @elaborateruses; poke me if you want on or off the list!
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ikiprian · 2 months
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Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.
“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”
Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”
“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”
“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”
Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”
… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.
Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.
“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”
“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.
“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”
With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.
“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”
Tim sits up. “Seriously?”
Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”
“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”
“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.
“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Oh my god, me too!”
happy wips wednesday!
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skyrim-forever · 1 year
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idk if this has been done but
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fortheloveofexy · 3 months
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WIP I posted on twitter earlier. will I finish it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ dunno
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barblaz-arts · 5 months
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Bianca: Oh god, Wednesday Jr. has been glaring at me for five minutes now. These four years are gonna make me shed scales--
Vega: She's the coolest person ever--
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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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stereopticons · 5 months
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no-wip wednesday
Is it even fucking Wednesday? I have no idea but I’m gonna assume it must be since @kiwiana-writes tagged me. Unfortunately I have nothing to share because a) I am supposed to be working on frozen over fics, which I can’t share and b) I’m not actually working on them because I’m still sick and even the two drabbles a day is a struggle at the moment. I’m sorry for all the tags I’ve missed lately. I appreciate that you all continue to tag me in stuff when I’m inconsistent at best at participating.
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