#s: donut wip

[vacantgodling]

I have a burning question for you. One we all need answers to (only if you want to feel free to let this ask rot in your askbox for eternity you have my permission.)

is donut wip alive

KAT!!! i’m happy to see ya :’)

technically speaking donut wip & the entirety of the liminal space series as a whole are still alive! (i’m not a huge fan of killing off my wips i usually just shelve them indefinitely until i circle back to the idea) — couple of reasons it’s shelved rn tho

1. paramour brainrot >>>>>>>> like seriously this wip has made me insane idk what magical combination of tropes and ideas i managed to spark like 2 years ago but i have never been this abnormal about a wip ever i think lol. so a lot of my wips have been sidelined in favor of my Child.

2. i got Super Stuck. not just regular stuck where you get writers block for a bit then move on no, i mean Super Stuck as in i was stuck on donut wip chapter 15 i think for like a year and a half before i finally said “i cannot force myself to write more in this draft i have to take a break” so i stepped back from it and the series in general to figure out what was going on with me and my brain. and i think really what it came down to is at that time it wasn’t fun for me to write? it felt very much like a chore—despite all of its horror it seemed “safer” to write. it was the thing people were expecting out of me and i felt like i was writing more to fulfill expectations than to actually write this story because i enjoy it. AND I DO ENJOY IT!! that’s the crazy thing. i really like this story and the nuance i allowed to grow into it when it literally started as me being “fuck it write a horror novel just to finish something and don’t care about the characters” but i care about them so much now etc etc.

but because i don’t do well when i feel forced it just sucked the joy out of it for me. paramour in comparison, has never felt forced. it’s always exciting and stimulating to my brain because it is a wip that is so very Me all over it. and i wanted donut wip to have that same feel but i gotta give it more time. maybe i’ll try doing the outline to writing method that i’ve been doing and working for paramour so i can avoid getting stuck again.

however, i did actually rewrite donut wip’s chapter 1 proper back in may of this year—i wanted to see if i could come back to it and make myself write it Forreal and i could! i did! and i’m really happy with it! which is exciting! and as a treat you (and anyone else who reads this full nonsense ramble or remembers donut wip from eons ago) can read that revamped first chapter—first official piece of donut wip writing i’ve ever really posted. just cuz like tbh it means a lot to me that you care about that story weh ;3; and remember—

so without any more waffling: here is chapter one, uncensored from spoilers so u get drawn into the mystery 👀

Chapter One

I groaned when my guitar string snapped again for the third time today, the discordant twang echoing in my large dorm, up to the rafters. I heard Andres laugh from Tiffany’s bed.

“Oh yeah, making faces at it will help.”

“Fuck off.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Toss me…” I waggled my pointer finger towards a stack of boxes between Tiffany’s bed and my desk. Opened and dangerously leaning was a box of replacement guitar strings, near empty and I’d only bought them a few months ago. “… Those.” Andres didn’t move though. I groaned again.

“Andre!” I snapped my finger and my voice at him. “Strings!”

“I’m not a dog. Besides, you’ve been at this for three hours. When are you finally gonna give up for the day and spend some time with your bestie?” He put emphasis on the word, but the trill of his voice was playful. “Hmm. I have been buggin‘ on this part a bit.” I pretended to think, tapping my thumb against my cheek. He seemed hopeful. I caved and laughed aloud. “Later!” I giggled at his groan. “I wanna make sure this melody’s flowin’ right before I break. Then we can play Spyro or whatever else ya wanna do.” Seeing as he couldn’t be bothered to give me my strings, I got up myself and toed my way through the mess that was steadily building up on the floor between the beds. I snatched up the box before Andres could knock it over with his outstretched foot.

“Oh, you watch it mister.”

“Sooooory.” He dragged out, but his grin told me he wasn’t sorry. I flipped him off, then flopped back down on my bed, quickly setting to work on restringing. More of them had begun snapping lately as I composed, but I chalked it up to stress. Finals wore me down this semester, more than they had in our first year, but it was bittersweet that they were over now. This year went by so fast, it’s like I blinked and it was December again. Beside me on the bed my bright yellow phone buzzed.

“Who’s that?” Andres asked. I flipped it open to look at the message.

from: vivi

Are you sure you want to stay for winter break?

from: vivi

Dad wanted me to ask again.

I tossed my phone back on the bed.

“Just my sister!” I said cheerfully. “Doing dad’s errands again. I told him I didn’t want to deal with him and Miss Borsche.” I wrinkled my nose. “He’s been buggin’ her to get me to come with them since I told him no.”

“Come with them… where?”

“Oh usually dad goes on some sorta cruise or vacation for the holidays. But, he never invites Vi. So I never go.”

“Why doesn’t he invite her?” The question was posed nonchalantly, and I looked over at Andres, who was looking down at his smartphone.

I’d venture to say that we’d become near best friends now after the past year and a half of knowing each other, yet there was still a lot we didn’t know about each other. I knew he had siblings, but not their names, and he knew about Juvia, but not anything more than that. I knew his family wasn’t rich but they worked extra to push him through school. He knew that mine was, but I had loans out the ass. We played guessing games every now and again—to get to know each other. But whenever there was some real-life line we went to cross in our blossoming friendship, he was always open and I always hesitated. It’s just how it were.

“She…” I tilted my head back and forth a bit. “It’s a bit complicated, I reckon.”

“Then take your time telling me. I’m not rushing you.” Our eyes caught, and he gave me a tiny smile that I couldn’t not return back. But things fell quiet after that, and I turned back to my strings.

Winter break was here, and the freedom that came with it curled around our slowly emptying building like the fresh blanket of snow that dusted our sleepy little college town. On the telly earlier, there were talks about a blizzard rolling in sometime between today and tomorrow. The snow for now was peaceful, and inviting. It crowned even my windowsill when I woke up this morning, and even if I wasn’t with Juvia in person, the holiday buzz still felt strong in the air.

A rap on the door drew me out of my thoughts.

”It’s open!” I called. The handle clicked then pushed open a crack, just enough for someone to poke their head in.

“Kelley.” Andres acknowledged the second I breathed out “Joaquin!” Our R.A regarded us with a lazy smile, and my eyes traced the curve of his handsome mouth. A flush of heat shivered through my body, and I darted my eyes away when they met mine.

“How are you two holding up here? Your folks coming soon?”

“Negativo.” Andres leaned back on Tiffany’s pillow, stretching one leg out into the air. I heard something pop and I made a face. “They’re back home and I don’t have enough money for a plane ticket there. So I’m staying.” Joaquin nodded easily, then he turned to me again. “Julissa?”

“Just Juls is okay!” I said quickly. I coughed. “Um, no, I’m also staying. If that’s alright?”

“No rules against it.” Joaquin flashed me a smile. “I was checking to see who’s still going to be here so I can send a final count to the director.”

“Is it just gonna be us?” Andres asked.

“No, there’s,” Joaquin paused to pop open the door a little further, and leaned against the wall. He counted on his fingers. “The three of us. Then, Daisy Kennedy, on the third floor. René Edwards, down the hall and….” He looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember. “Ah, Saul…Carson, I believe. Top floor.”

“Didn’t know you had someone named Saul on your floor.” I said, looking over to Andres. He snorted. “Me either. Aside from my roommates, I only really talk to you Juls.”

“You’re such a loner.” I teased, as though I was any better. Andres chucked Tiffany’s pillow at me.

“Hey!”

“Actually Kelley?” Andres started. I threw the pillow back and nailed him in the torso, making him choke on his next words. Joaquin’s quiet huff of a laugh distracted me for two seconds—enough for me to let my guard down. Andres jumped from Tiffany’s bed to mine and grabbed me in a headlock.

“Andre!” I shrieked, but he was merciless. His freehand dug into my side and began to tickle at my sides. It wasn’t long before I was howling with laughter, trying to desperately shove him off me. Amused, Joaquin waited patiently with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

Andres finally relented and let me go and I kicked his shin for good measure. “God, I can’t breathe.” I wheezed. Andres laughed jovially, then turned back to Joaquin. “I was going to ask if we had to stay in our dorms while we were here?”

“Well,” He looked between Andres and I, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think you need my permission, you’re both adults.” I felt heat swarm my dark cheeks and next to me Andres sputtered. “It’s nothing like that!” He snapped. “I just mean, I got a leak in my room and Juls offered to let me crash here. I just don’t know if the break protocol is different than during the school year.”

“A leak?” Joaquin frowned, reaching for his phone. It was similar to Andres’s, clear and sleek. He tapped a few buttons. “From the roof?”

“Yeah. I woke up this morning to snow dripping down my face.” Andres shrugged. “I don’t know how long the leak has been there, it’s been pretty dry this year. But I don’t want to deal with it, it’s literally right above my bed.”

“Like I said, you don’t really need my permission to stay wherever you’d like. But thanks for telling me, I just scheduled a maintenance request.” Joaquin tucked his phone back into his tight jeans. “Should be a few days but it should be fixed.”

“If it wasn’t snowing, I’d get up there and do it myself.” I hit Andres with my hand lightly. “That’s dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t want you falling off.” Joaquin hummed. “Now that I would be held responsible for.”

“Are you staying too, Joaquin?” I asked. Andres elbowed me. “He just said that. Earth to Juls, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“It wasn’t there in the— Oh, I hate you!” Andres and I began squabbling again and from the door Joaquin laughed. “I’ll leave you all to it!”

“Thanks for coming by!” I called after him as he moved from the doorway. Before I turned fully back to Andres, from the corner of my eye, I saw… something follow after Joaquin. I couldn’t get a good enough look at it, but what I did see looked like a cream colored tail.

#s: donut wip #ren writing #spoilers ig #thank u for asking again sorry this is a RAMBLE but i hope if u read the chapter it’s worth it

[pluto-glow]

So I've had this RvB au bouncing around in my head

You know those like "tattoo artist x florist" au's? It started as a Grimmons one of those, but it turned into "the Reds and Blues all own shops in a mall or something along those lines and antics ensue"

The Grif sibs run a piercing/tattoo place (Kai does piercings and Grif does the tattoos), Simmons is new to the area and just opened a flower shop. Church does IT/has a computer shop that also does tech repair. Tex is Kai and Church's biker girlfriend. Caboose runs a puppy day care. Donut runs a clothing shop where he even makes and sells some of his own designs. I was thinking Doc might have a vegan food place? Or Flowers might run the vegan food place, I haven't decided yet. Idk yet what Tucker's doing, maybe helps Church and Caboose out. I was thinking Sarge might run a gym, maybe a gym for veterans? No one quite knows what Tex does for work, anytime someone asks her she makes a comment like "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you" and people can't tell if she's joking or serious so no one pushes further than that.

(more rambles under the cut)

I don't 100% know what's gonna happen plot wise yet, I do have it planned tho that Simmons and Church meet because Tex saw Simmons putting up fliers for the opening sale of his flower shop and Tex loves messing with Church so she told Simmons he could put one on Church's window, knowing that Church hates when people do that. Church gets pissed but Simmons mentions that Tex said he could and maybe he had the wrong place, and Church just sighs and rolls his eyes and says that Tex's his girlfriend and was just fucking with the both of them, but Church has somewhere inside Simmons could put a flier up.

I think the fragment AI's (except Tex course) are gonna be Church's siblings. Church doesn't talk about them a ton, but they visit Church's shop a decent amount so everyone's met at least one of them. Sometimes people get confused over it like- "oh I think Church's brother just drove past" "Church's brother??" "yeah?" "isn't his brother like 8?" "no? He's in his 20's?" "no way- Theta's like 8" "Theta? I was talking about Delta, who's Theta?" "who's Delta?" Tex, Wash, and a few others used to work with some of them so those guys know that Church just has a fuck ton of siblings, but they keep quiet about it because they think it's funny.

I also think that Simmons is gonna low key express his feelings to Grif through flowers. Simmons isn't great with his words and won't know how to say "I don't even know what your sexuality is or if you like guys but I like you even though I think you're annoying sometimes and you can get on my nerves but I still think it's kinda cute" so he just says it in flowers. Grif doesn't catch on, he just thinks Simmons is being nice or doing free advertising for his flower shop by giving Grif flowers to put up in his and Kai's place. Until Doc comes over one day, sees the flower arrangement, and points out what it means. Grif has a big gay panic moment, realizes he fell in love with Simmons, and just kinda "that nerd?! What do I even do?!"

Idk what'll happen at that point, probably the Reds and Blues taking turns dragging Grif through a "if you really wanna impress Simmons you gotta do [ insert thing here ]"

Again this is majorly wip so some things may change

#rvb #rvb au #rvb mall au #< tag 'm using for this for now #grimmons #rvb grif #rvb simmons #chex #rvb church #rvb tex #texsis #is that the tag? #rvb sister #rvb kai #docnut #i didn't mention it here but it's gonna be in the au so *shrugs* #rvb caboose #rvb tucker #powdery rambles #powdery writing

[the-ellia-west]

🍪 and 🍩

🍩Donut ~ So far, what has been the most difficult thing to write in your WIP (s)?

🍪Cookie ~ How long have you been working on your WIPs?

Thank you for the Ask @darkandstormydolls

Cookie -

Uhhhh... TCOT... this is a little embarrassing but about 6 years?

Donut -

Plot. I suck at making plot. I have no idea how to plot stories (ToT)

[illarian-rambling]

Donut and Cookie for the ask game?

🍪Cookie ~ How long have you been working on your WIPs?

I started Honor's Outcasts book 1 about... three years ago? I was a junior in high school. APUSH got real boring and I needed something to do in class. I actually managed to break a school chromebook once by booting up my 130,000 word first draft.

I started Mystery of the Mortal God two years ago. Each book of Honor's Outcasts was intended to be the last, so I started working on Mortal God after I finished the second HO book, assuming it was the last. Well, the series ended up needing more, and so now I'm working on two wips at once!

🍩Donut ~ So far, what has been the most difficult thing to write in your WIP (s)?

The middle scenes. The necessary ones between the action beats that are just boring to write. These are usually where I get stuck. Also, I have this weird curse when it comes to Honor's Outcasts where something goofy always accidentally happens in the big 3rd act climax. It's not difficult to write, just weird that it's happened three times.

Thanks for the asks :)

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #writing asks

[pomegranate-belle]

WIP ask meme, either for Zero Escape WIPs if you've got them or for whichever fic fits the prompt best: ⌛️,💖, 🔎, 🍩?

I think the only ZE WIP that I still have left is Blue Skies, which I was just thinking about the other day bc I was organizing my fanart on a Neocities site I'm putting together.

⌛️ [Hourglass] How long have you been working on this WIP?

Ok imagine me taking a deep breath and doing the Gendo Ikari pose because this fucking WIP is. Like eleven years old. This fic is about to graduate elementary school. It only gets opened like once every four years when I fall in love with it all over again. It's so old I forgot the original doc name while looking for it just now to find the creation date and almost had a heart attack because it's 48,000 words long and I would never be able to recreate it.

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

For what's posted so far, probably the cookie-baking scene. It was fun to play around with the idea of Luna needing precise/"correct" instructions to feel comfortable - five to ten minutes? Well, which one? Five or ten? Or seven and a half? I'm actually also a little bit this way, lol - just say what you mean, instructions, don't be coy!

🔎 [Magnifier] Is there a phrase/word you know you use too often? Will you change it in editing?

This is not specific to Blue Skies but holy god do I overuse the word "just". So. Much. I have to comb all my chapters of everything for extraneous "just"s before posting.

🍩 [Donut] What’s the weirdest thing someone eats in your WIP? What’s the best thing?

Luna does not eat anything because. She is robot. XD There is actually quite a bit of eating in this, but nothing especially weird, off the top of my head. Cookies, sandwiches, mac and cheese, ice cream... That's about it so far.

#thanks for the ask! #blue skies #zero escape #writer stuff

[forfuckssakejim]

🍩 [Donut] What's the weirdest thing someone eats in your WIP? What's the best thing?

uh um. the answer to both is the same thing.

titty milk.

from a male character.

its completely self indulgent for not only myself but also for my peeps in the k/s server. ima leave it at that.

#no one kink shame me #ask

[annaofthenorthernlights]

[image: a purple banner with the words Work in Progress Wednesday in a cursive font]

Work in Progress WednesdayCreators: work on or post something from your WIP. This is your weekly reminder to get something down on paper (real or virtual). It’s also a chance to share your progress with your followers and give them a sneak peek of what’s to come!

Fans: leave a comment on an unfinished fic and let the writer know how much you love it. Reblog an artist’s sketch and let them know you can’t wait to see the final product. Send someone an ask cheering them on!Feel free to repost this image!

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thanks @annas-hair-donut for tagging me!

Agreeing with you, taking a little break from all the smut after Frozen Smut Week... (cough, cough...) does me good, too... lol

So, this week, I´d like to share another snippet from my kristanna long-fic WIP "Love can see beyond" (the sequel to Love can see the good on AO3), a canon verse compliant post Frozen 2 fanfic.

Background: Kristoff is crowned King alongside Queen Anna of Arendelle, and right now the married royal couple spends some time abroad icognito (for the time being)... and this fic is going to be a crossover... Note: This snippet is not edited yet... (please, forgive grammar and spelling mistakes...) but a huge thank you @hiptoff who has beta-read this passage a pretty while ago already!

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Gerda had served them a hearty breakfast when Kai announced that he had received the full list of guests so that the royal couple could prepare themselves for the banquet. All those names, titles, noble houses, and then sorting kingdoms and stately connections. Kristoff groaned by the mere thought of the lesson he would receive from the senior Steward later the day. But then, who else could explain all those things better to them than Kai. And so, the young king sighed, dutifully acknowledging the awaiting task.

Only half an hour later they headed down the servants´ staircase and casually walked around the castle gardens and towards the stables. Kristoff smiled to himself. He liked that incognito disguise and tugged at his comfy vest and adjusted his sash, while Anna looked around and marvelled at the variety of flowers around her. It was truly a beautiful parc, Kristoff had to admit, too.

The two reindeers greeted their friends with a happy snort, raising their heads from the last bit of hay that lingered on the ground. Anna went to gather more from the stuck in the adjoined barn and Kristoff started mocking out the stable ground.

Soon, they were done and led the animals out of the stall to give them the opportunity to move about.

“What about we head down to the beach? I am sure there are not many people, and we could let Sven and Fiona run a bit?” Anna pointed towards the path which led away from the stables down to the shore.

“That´s a great idea.” Kristoff smiled and then helped Anna mount Fiona before he swung himself on Sven´s back. He begun to enjoy his time here more and more.

They rode down the path and some people who walked by turned their heads upon the unusual sight of those animals with antlers, and who was riding them? Kristoff and Anna smiled at the passers-by and kept going without another word than good day and hello. It was so easy and made them feel so free.

Once down on sandy ground, Kristoff turned to Anna and grinned, “fancy a little galop?”

“You mean a race?” Anna grinned back.

“No, just a galop.” Kristoff shook his head.

“And I call it a race.” Anna laughed and clicked her tongue on which Fiona snorted happily and set into a cant along the lagune. It was simply wonderful, only that they left the man and reindeer behind them completely flabbergasted.

“Come on, Sven, you would not have your lady running off, will you?” Kristoff laughed and Sven shook his head only to sprint after his friend. It was fun and it didn´t take long for them to catch up and the four enjoyed themselves immensely while galloping close to the water gushing in on the animals´ feet. Anna squealed and reached out so Kristoff could take her hand. She felt more than happy. This was fantastic since they had not such a beach to run like this in Arendelle.

They let the reindeers slow down after a while and caught their breaths, too. But both laughed and their faces glowed from all the joy. Sven and Fiona snorted contentedly and trotted peacefully along the sand now. Anna looked around, breathed in the fresh air and let out a sigh of relief.

“I could get used to that.”

“No comment to that.” Kristoff glanced at her with a wink, and Anna playfully stuck out her tongue at him, “will you tease me now on every sentence I speak about that place?”

“No, Anna. It just sounded so fitting to what we talked about this morning.”

“See?!”

“Alright, alright, I surrender, and I am sorry. And you are right, this is really….”

“Hush!” Anna held up her hand and pulled at Fiona´s rein, staring with narrowed eyes further down the beach.

“What is it?” Kristoff followed her glance and then gasped just as astonished. They got down from the reindeers and led them behind the dunes and further down the beach hidden behind the sandy hills to get a closer look. They ducked behind a lager dune and left Sven and Fiona graze behind them, while the king and queen of Arendelle crawled up the dune from behind to peep over the top. They could hardly believe what they saw, but it was awesome. Kristoff glanced at Anna who stared with almost watering eyes. He knew what she must be thinking and whispered hoarsely, “it´s magic!”

“Yes!” Anna whispered back. “Look, she moves a bit like Elsa.”

“Yeah…” Kristoff stared ahead.

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Can you guess where they are and who might be the mysterious figure they have detected?

tagging (with noooo obligation) @firawren @true--north @thecassadilla @sidepartskinnyjeans

#wip wednesday #Work in progress #fanfiction #frozen canon verse compliant #kristanna fanfic #kristoff x anna #crossover

[pandapupremade]

UST by echoblossom123(? i feel like their url is different these days but thats what the ust credits as)

heres a wip of a utau cover with my s/i and utau, Dice! so far im using dice only but tempted to throw luka and gaku in as harmonies...

#voca talk #audio #🎲🐧 dice (self insert) #theres some errors in the first part and chorus but consider that bridge #im veyr happy with that

[sparkledfirecracker]

My dear Lilo! As a fellow member of the "WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THESE WIPS COME FROM" club, I have arrived to harass you about your WIPS by asking you to talk about the one you are most excited to write. Have you been researching one in particular? Is there one you can't wait to share that just isn't doing the word? Which WIP belongs in the shamebox of "DO THE WORDS" even though it refuses to?

I’m loving the “WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THESE WIPS COME FROM” club already.

So many questions, so many answers and I’ll put it under a cut, because this was way longer than I intended for it.

I am in love and adore writing my mobsters and bikers, so far I’ve released 2 full stories and 1 prequel. The 3rd installment was supposed to be part of my own challenge, but I wouldn’t be me if I was running late on it. I love love love writing them, they’re all so different and I like that the characters all have flaws, even my readers. And I adore putting Easter eggs in every part that hint to future stories, some are so teeny tiny, but it’s all there. It started with a very personal story, one I created during therapy about 12 years ago. I still have the somewhat 80% of the story on paper. Some things were cut out, because they didn’t fit in with where it was going. It wouldn’t have gotten more than one part of it wasn’t for @wakingbeauty. She came along and we started brainstorming on future arcs and shaping/integrating more characters into the storyline.

I am very excited to share a Bucky story soon, definitely terrified, because hopefully I’m doing him justice. But it’s definitely exciting, it’s an idea that’s been written out partially for a year now, but since I’ve never written for Bucky before I’ve held off releasing it. And it will finally see the light it deserves very soon.

My viking Freezy story, Life of Runes, makes me research so many things, that I’m questioning myself why I even started writing the damn thing. And it comes to rituals, housing, funerals, fights, military system and ranking. But it’s truly fascinating what you find out and learn along the way. He’s absolutely awful and I’ve kept Freezy that way as he’s an outlet for the rage I felt during a very specific time. It’s also the hardest story/series I’m writing, because I don’t like reading it back and editing the parts.

That brings me to the box of shame. It’s such a massive box that I can categorize them and mostly they’re challenge entries too 🙈. I don’t really have fond memories of signing up and entering challenges as it comes with a trauma. Yet I keep challenging myself into doing them 😅.

The ones that are in there the longest with the most words and practically finished are:

Steve summer barbecue party ( @boxofbonesfic hot summer challenge - September 2021),

werewolf!Andy ( @slothspaghettiwrites monster challenge - October 2021),

Dark ‘lucky’ invite ( @cockslutpadalecki ‘s lucky challenge- April 2022).

There’s just a lot of anxiety surrounding them to post them. It’s an internal struggle which comes with a lot of overthinking and stress 😅. Challenges aren’t the same as they were for me. I love each and every idea, but I keep on having these freak out sessions. Good times 🙃. They’ll get there eventually and be gifted if the creators still want them, but they take courage and time and for some extreme patience that I can’t apologize enough for.

The story that isn’t doing any of the words apart from literally one introduction line is - 80’s sex line founder Lee Bodecker or Ransom Drysdale (both fit the stereotype in my mind)😂. Just the thought of either of them just sitting there in a wife ‘pleaser’, golden necklace, chewing on a cookies or a donut while watching their ‘callgirls’ reading out dirty scenarios through a phone. Yes it does something I can’t even explain.

Time is not on my side and unexpected life events keep on taking away my scheduled writing time. But I’m trying and I’ll keep swimming in my pile of wips until I drown. But they say that’s a part of adulting.

Thank you so much for these lovely questions and again I’m so sorry the answer got out of hand 😅😘

#lilo gives answers #punemy spotted #story asks #wip ask #so many to choose from #so many on the pile #asks are always welcome #asks are always open

[vacantgodling]

see:

donut wip is just fucked up. just a whole boatload of fucked.

noi, alone is fucked up AND kinda weird. like not suuuuper weird enough to negate the fucked up but definitely weird.

but jenna the reaper is weird. it’s weird to its core and fucked up sure but it’s WHIMSICAL. it’s whimsical with its corpses and with its pain and the suffering isn’t so bad because you’re not alone while it happens!! HAVE A SIDE OF WHIMSEY WITH YOUR DEATH!!!!

#s: tlss #s: donut wip #s: noi alone #s: jenna the reaper

[raiilynezz]

Anyway I was working on some merch so here’s a wip.

#wip #little demons #supay #ezequiel #original character #s #donut steel

[the-ellia-west]

Didn't know whether to put this on here or for Jak so.. u can do whatever character u want (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

🍰Cheesecake ~ What is your process to making and developing a character?

🍦Ice Cream ~ What is your OC's deepest, darkest secret?

🍩Donut ~ So far, what has been the most difficult thing to write in your WIP (s)?

Tysm for the Ask as always!

Cheesecake

ALRIGHT

So we take a concept, or an idea, slap it on the table, and turn it into spaghetti until something interesting happens

Ice Cream

Yeah, I'll do Jak for this, even if it is on my TCOT blog

His darkest secret is.......... HOW MUCH HE REALLY HATES HIMSELF

They thought it was just blame

NO ITS WAY WORSE

Donut

Fluff. I cannot for the life of me write cute romance fluff scenes, or filler

I SUCK AT IT

[xchimeracandy]

Hello!! I’m xChimeraCandy, She/Her, Sagittarius, ENFJ, SFW Artist, 90′s Baby (30) This little chibi is a WIP of my artsona/mascot, part tiger, part unicorn and part snek. What do you think? Does it fit the name xChimeraCandy?

Things I like: 90′s toys: Beanie Babies, Furby, Betty Spaghetty, Polly Pocket, Poo-chi, ETC. Sweets/Junk Food/Fruit: Donuts, Burgers, Cherries, Strawberries, Berries in general, Peach Rings, Parfait, Freakshakes (aesthetically), Cake Video Games: Animal Crossing, FNAF, Minecraft, Cookie Run, Pokemon, Gunfire Reborn, Monster Hunter, Phasmophobia, Forewarned, Harvest Moon Grand Bazaar, Solatorobo, Mario Odyssey, HOGs, FFXIV. (Games I’ve played) Magical Girl Series/Aesthetics: Tokyo Mew Mew, Go Princess Precure, Precure A La Mode, Precure Tropical Rouge, I have mixed feelings on Delicious party Precure, Sailor Moon, ETC. Toy series: Monster High, Ever After High, Rainbow High, Littlest Pet Shop, Toki Doki, Pop Funko > >; 

Other Series: Sonic, One Piece, Spiderverse, My Little Pony, Cuphead, Idolmaster (anime haven’t played the game), My Dressup Darling, Scott Pilgrim, Rise of the TMNT, Care Bears Drawing myself in various series styles! You’ll likely see this pretty often! Self inserts are my bread and butter. I really love learning the rules of a universe and then having to design within those restraints! I love hearing about others ocs in these series! Show them to me, tell me about them! I use to run a pony blog back in Tumblr’s ask blog hay day. So I got really use to interacting with asks. Which is why I struggle now. Please talk to me ;~;

#xChimeraCandyArt #xChimeraCandySays #Mini Meet the Artist

[gingerkingfisher]

WIP concept work with donut

stealing @cacy11‘s sparkly jelly limbs concept cause Im evil >:) I also jsut like to make people furries :)

#maow #bfdi donut #animation #gif #looping gif

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

Oh.... it´s friday again...

And yes, that Frozen Smut Week coming up... thanks @annas-hair-donut for tagging me (and giving the idea for posting a snippet for the event).

tagging @firawren @keeshya6 @luthien-under-bough @sidepartskinnyjeans or anyone who likes to join!

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Here´s the beginning for my canon-verse post F2 Kristanna smut-fic "Sash me to your heart" (day March 28, Amethyst, royal) - here rated M

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Anna helped Kristoff out of his clothes, slowly and tenderly giving him a caring stroke here and there while her fingers worked him out of the different layers of fabric. He pulled her close, meanwhile all naked, pressing her body to his and pecked a kiss to her forehead. “Can I skip the bath?” “Ugh… no!” Anna laughed. “But I will be right with you, lend you a hand if you wish.” He grinned, cupped her chin tilting it a tad upward and softly brushed his lips over hers. “I´d love that, feisty pants!” “Off you go, you valiant pungent reindeer king!” Anna teased and tantalizingly squeezed his butt. Kristoff grumbled fondly and turned for the adjoint room where the bathtub was set ready. Anna watched after her husband with a warm glance. He was so brave and deserved some good treat… She started sorting his clothes onto the vanity chair, and just then, a sassy idea came to her mind. ~~~ He had lowered into hot water, sank his large body to a comfortable position at his best, bracing his arms along the tub wall and leaning his head back. Eyes closed; Kristoff had to admit that the privilege of a warm bath at the end of a nerve-wracking day was not to be denied. It didn´t take long and he heard soft footsteps advancing. Anna was such a sweetheart… was she going to rub his back, and maybe some more…? He could literally feel her hands gliding down his chest already and the mere imagination of his wife´s tending to his tensed body sent him almost over the edge. He breathed deeply to prevent his dick from hardening for another few moments. She would notice eventually, but had not to see his cock poking out of the water the very first moment she came in. How rude… A soft cough made him open his eyes, dimly aware that his groins were throbbing in anticipation. Holy iceberg… He glared at Anna who was standing just a hand's reach away from him. If he thought he was in control of his manhood, his rock-hard buddy was not obeying in the least and poked his head out of the water instantly, to see his wife standing there! Anna was smirking, with her hands braced on her hips. Her bare hips. Her hair fell free over her bare breasts. She was completely naked, adorned with only one piece of cloth. His sash.

#fierce and feisty friday #fanfic #kristanna canon verse post F2 #frozen smut week 2023 #snippet #kristanna smut #my writing

[i-go-brrr]

knock at your door

It wasn’t weird to be awake in the morning, with the sun not greeting the horizon, to use the bathroom. It’s also not weird to wake up early in the morning. What’s weird is to hear a knock at your front door early in the morning. The sun hasn’t risen yet and it was five in the morning when Fang heard a knock on the door.

Fang had woken up with the sudden urge to use the bathroom, so he got up, put on his glasses and left his room to go to the bathroom. Just as he left to return to his room, he heard a knock on the door. He paused, slightly confused ‘cause who in their right mind would knock on someone’s door this early?

He glanced at the digital clock placed near the television, its bright green digits glowing ‘5:00’, which confused him even more. He didn’t know why or who the person is but they had to be mental to come by his apartment to visit.

But Fang wasn’t fully awake to comprehend his thoughts; he was annoyed that’s for sure and he’s going to open the door and give the person a piece of his mind. He doesn’t care who that person is but he will scream at them for keeping him away from returning to bed.                            

So he marched towards the door, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty space, and slamming open the door as if he’s ripping tape from a box. He opened his mouth, ready to scream at the person, and paused, blinking his eyes to adjust to his surroundings.

There was a person, yes, but the lights from the corridor couldn’t help him make out the face but he was certain who that orange cap belongs to. They wore a black reusable mask that covered the bottom half of his face, but despite that he knew the person wore an awkward smile.

They had a plaid black orange muffler covering his neck, a wrinkled looking green coat and black pants and wore brown leather boots. They had their black back pack loaded with its burden on their back and eco bags hanging from each of his arms.

Fang managed a squint as his movement and, “Boboiboy?”

“Fang.” Boboiboy replied.

“What are you doing here at five in the morning?” Fang hissed through his teeth.

Boboiboy flinched but it didn’t last long as he let out an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No,” he grumbled yet moving to the side to let them in. “I was going to return to my room but you knocked.”

Boboiboy let out another awkward chuckle. “Sorry for disturbing you.”

But Fang grumbled as part of his response, closing the door when Boboiboy fully entered the apartment. Boboiboy lowered his body, the eco bags sitting on the ground, as he removed his boots. “You’re lucky I know you or I would have started screaming at the door.”

“You did look like you were about to scream at me.” Was Boboiboy’s reply, successfully removing his right boot. “You would have woken everyone else.”

“I don’t care as long as I gave them a piece of my mind.”

Boboiboy paused at his actions before he continued; now placing his boots on top of the shoe rack. “Are you going to scream at me?”

Fang thought it through his head. Yes, because he’s mental for visiting at five in the morning and the sun hasn’t risen yet, No, because this mental person happens to be someone he likes and he appreciates the thought of them visiting despite the pandemic going on.

So with a final thought he answered, “No.” and struts past him to enter the living room, glancing at the clock that now reads ‘5:07’, and sat at one of the chairs of the island. Boboiboy followed behind him and placed the eco bags in front of Fang before he left for the sink.

Fang eyed the bags before he skimmed through them. He could see apples, bananas, bread, two or three egg cartoons, carrots before he took Boboiboy’s place from the sink to wash his hands. Boboiboy had removed his mask and left to place his coat by the coat rack.

With his hands dry and clean, he started to take out the groceries and placing them carefully on the counter. Boboiboy soon came and helped him, after leaving his back pack inside Fang’s room. Fang realized just how many the person bought and turned to face him. “Why did you buy groceries?”

“I wanted to cook you and your brother breakfast, an apology for coming here so early.” Boboiboy gave an apologetic smile and Fang almost forgave him.

“You do realize that we can’t cook right?” Fang eyed the groceries, feeling quite sorry for the quantity of the items.

“I’m aware.” Boboiboy grabbed a brown paper bag from one of the bags and slid it towards him. “But they will be consumed, don’t worry.”

Fang gave Boboiboy a curious glance before he opened the paper, to take a quick peek at the inside, and oh, Fang immediately forgave him. There was no way he could mistake the appearance and fragrance of these donuts. His favorite donut from all the way to kindergarten, these were Carrot donuts.

Fang found one more reason why he liked this person.

“Are you sleeping over?” Fang asked; eyes glued to the inside of the bag.

Boboiboy flinched at the question, his movements slowing down and body racking with nerves. “If you and your brother won’t mind, I’ll stay over.”

“We won’t mind.” Fang answered in a mystified voice which made the other person snort and it was a wonderful sound.

“You’re just glad that there’s someone who can cook.”

Fang closed the bag and gave Boboiboy a look. “Of course I am.”

And his statement is rewarded with a laugh and god he’s whipped.

another wip i found in my drafts, supposed to be posted on Fang’s birthday. no beta and yes it is a pandemic fic

#boboiboy #boifang #wip