#sharing wips is fun

[gristlebloom-orchid]

I'd love to know more about An Accident and/or THE DARK CARNIVAL IS COMING BACK TO TOWN (let's not keep the TGSU line title) because I Love those names (feel free to only elaborate on 1 ofc)

both will definitely be it An Accident (and it's still a wip title) is a story I have yet to write so it's more of just a couple notes. It's got an unnamed "virus" (as in computer program virus not biological ones) kind of just... stuck between 3 different devices in a single room, although more mainly an old-fashioned radio with bad sound quality. The audio as it talks is taken from words and noises from radio stations all around the globe to form it's sentences, which I could make an audio of, one day, if I have the motivation, as well as it's tv appearance having it's "body" on-screen formed by also constantly shifting people from channels all around the globe... anyways, that thing (I may make a proper description latter) interacts with the people around it. And one of them is a young man (that used to be a tma oc lol) of which it... kind of wants to take his body. Not easy being stuck in a radio on a desk in an office when you have knowledge from all around the world about so many different things. Hence why on the computer screen (given the 3 devices are radio-tv-computer) it only appears as a tiny icon of him, appearing as a chatbot, constantly on the bottom right of the screen and the icon changing expression with each message it sends, also making the message pop up next to te icon. aside from that in the notes there's nothing much more to elaborate on except from a final note that says that if it does manage to go into a body of flesh and blood, it'll just terribly hurt as a computer program doesn't go into a brain, and it doesn't know weight or pressure or any of the senses, and pain. It did not expect pain. It did not like it but it was stuck in the body, now. Onto the next, actually I told you about that one already Char-lie; basically a Creature Feature fanfic (technically short story) based on, well, The Greatest Show Unearthed (and The Greatest Show Unearthed Returns). For a quick context giver: Ringmaster Calvin Scotts died in his own carnival so it closed and about 2 decades later it's back with a slightly (very) demented (not-so-)man as it's ringmaster, one that calls himself Carvin (no last name) and kind of just having fun traumatizing/killing kids on there. Anyways, basically just some guy that visited it years back, had seemingly not too much issues with it in life with some therapy, starts back to think about it. Not while awake tho, every night he just finds himself standing back on the dry grounds of the carnival with a green sky and sickly yellow clouds. And that dreadful ringmaster standing before him again, well, not really, he doesn't quite remember what the man looked like. (ps slight eye body horror ahead) In his dreams he'd have a grey/green tint and one eye missing, the same vines all over the place also coming out of the hole and a few other parts, including his hat. The things called itself Carvin in real life, but in those dreams it's Marvin, the guy doesn't even remember his name right. So he kinds of just... gets haunted by the carnival in his dreams.

#writer on tumblr #writing #work in progress #sharing wips is fun #also yeah 3 names. Calvin (real guy) Carvin (literally dead) and Marvin (just a bad memory) how fun

[sillygirl-sketches]

silly little wip of a silly guy

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trigun 98 #trigun fanart #wip #i don’t digitally paint often so this has been fun #it’s not done but thought i’d share what i have so far lolol #the brainrot is so real

[ladeldee]

The beloved

#Qsmp missa #Qsmp #I would simply like to share him today. while I ignore a minor art error #he is so so fun to watch and draw 💖 #wip #I feel like I'm finally getting use to him :]

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

IDs in alt

A fan-edit project of what an in-universe zine might look like. What would get passed around by all the little people trying to keep their Spartans going?

#:o) #Halo #Halo Fanfic #Spartans #my writing #this might technically be a wip but I wanted to share #Murphy is a fun character voice #my edits

[bbeebles]

(灬´ᴗ`灬)o 🍓🍰🍪🏠 some characters I designed based off of some super cute ceramic confectionery houses!

#this revitalized my fervor for character design #I’m redesigning some of my characters right now and aarghh getting in those lil details… it’s so fun yet painful.. #if I make enough progress I’ll share some wips !! 🥹 #character design #character art #digital art #my art #art #illustration #original character #mother garden #I would tag the brand swimmer but I don’t think it would be an accurate narrowed down tag 😭 #beeb’s artbox ✿

[cappycodeart]

Can we have some information on glitch simon au? 🥺🙏

HEHEHE ABSOLUTELY!! I have a lot of Itchy stuff on the back-burner I'd be happy to talk about while I doodle up new Winter stuff! :D I actually have MORE itchy art/lore than Winter lore surprisingly it's just... really scattered and needs a lot of explaining dhsghfdsja... but we'll disperse it in small chunks...

This is his current main ref (kinda wanna update it tho bc there's some things about it that I don't like anymore).

Aaaaaaand a little bit of info I can give on him:

After the events of the failed ritual, this Simon is no longer human, but he's also not aware of this. He's a cosmic entity behaving like a human-shaped portal. Very in-tune with time and space and super sensitive to it's changes and flows.

Is made of a VERY powerful energy and suffers from MMS again. However, because he clings to his sanity as an anchor, his usable magic is limited (needs magitech to access most of it).

He's not glitching 24/7, although it takes him effort to keep himself from glitching. Physical pain and mental/emotional stress will cause him to lose stability.

He can time-travel AND universe hop, but hasn't figured out how to control the destination. If he glitches too hard, he will go full portal mode and teleport into a random universe and a random time period (if you touch him, you will teleport with him).

Has "future memory" which functions similar to past memory. He can recall events (within his own timeline) that haven't happened as if they've already occurred. This memory isn't perfectly clear and he's NOT all knowing. Gets memories of the future mixed up with those of the past (I read the Enchiridon's page on Amok Time/Multiverse stuff and got a bit inspired).

And that's all the info I'll give for now! I'll definitely be sharing more about him / his story in the future. I just haven't drawn or written a lot of it out besides scattered doodles that might be hard to understand without full context. I have a little Betty scenario that will be posted soon, but in the meantime I hope this is satisfying!! :)

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #glitchy simon au #itchy #fan art #digital art #flat color #2023 #cappycode replies #anonymous #he has a website with all his (unfinished) story lore but it's a HUGE wip and I don't wanna share it yet :( #I kinda wanna... reveal things gradually actually... because I think that would be more fun #versus spilling all the deets on main... #he's a bit complex in the way he functions but I'll be happy to clarify anything if anyone is curious!!! #I just wanted to be sure I elaborated on this small bit before... posting the betty stuff... :)

[im-not-corrupted]

I was consumed by the idea of Merman!Hob in the last few days and now I'm writing a Dreamling fic about it so have a small, 1.7k snippet from the much larger fic :)

Includes: near-drowning, near death experiences, perhaps many medical inaccuracies because I am not a doctor and haven't edited yet, Merman!Hob, Prince!Dream and some light angst.

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He awakes with a gasping, heaving breath. His lungs are greedy things, sucking in air with desperation, and he presses a hand to his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart races. Adrenaline and panic both fill his veins and his hand shakes. His lungs feel full, but as he coughs mostly involuntarily, nothing comes up at all.

It takes a bit for him to calm down. When he does, when his lungs stop heaving and he stops coughing and he is left with nothing but an ache in his lungs, his head and a rawness in his throat, he looks around himself.

He sits on a beach, the sands golden and kissed by the sun. It shines down on him, blessing his face with its light. His clothes are soaked through and no doubt ruined, and before him—before him is the ocean.

It holds none of the fierceness he saw earlier, and he stares at it blankly. It looks as welcoming, as lovely, as it did the day he stepped onto the ship. His mind had been occupied, yes, but he had enough awareness to acknowledge the sea’s beauty.

Not enough awareness to acknowledge its dangers, though. He remembers in startling clarity the coldness of its waters, the ferocity with which it drowned him, the storm that waged and threw him overboard.

He should’ve been more careful.

It is not just the ocean that lies before him, but a man, too. A man, staring at him with honey-eyes that catch the sunlight as though they were made for it, with a curiosity on his face that, if it weren’t for the sudden anxiety twisting his all-too empty stomach, would’ve endeared him immediately. His skin is tan, golden like the sands, and some distant part of his brain wants to press his lips to that skin and find out what it tastes like for himself. Like ocean salt and sweat and the sun itself, he thinks, and then considers the possibility that he may have suffered some brain damage due to oxygen deprivation.

It takes him a bit to find his voice. During that time, the man—sitting in the ocean as though he belongs there, ignorant of its gentle waves lapping at him—continues to stare, head tilted like a particularly curious bird. “Who are you?” he asks, wincing at the hoarseness of his throat. It feels scraped raw, and he thinks he would like to simply not speak for a while, only—only this is rather strange, isn’t it?

The man’s shoulders shake with laughter. He is a beautiful creature, this man, with chestnut hair framing his face. Laughter, and amusement, becomes him. Distantly, Morpheus is aware that he should probably take offence at the man’s laughter, only—only he doesn’t really have the energy. If anything, he thinks he’d much rather sleep. “The one who saved you, obviously. Or did you forget you nearly drowned?"

He has half a mind to scowl at the strange man in the water, but only just has enough energy to narrow his eyes. "You saved me," he repeats dumbly. In his defence, he did nearly drown, and sleep calls to him now. Nearly drowning is, apparently, rather exhausting. "We were in the middle of the ocean. We weren't even close to any land. How did you—"

Come to think of it, he can't recall having seen this man's face before. Though perhaps that's explained easily. He was distracted on the ship, after all, and it wasn't like he went out of the way to remember the entire crew. Both Telute and Lucienne always said he should try to interact with people a little more than he does, but he thinks recent events made him exempt from that rule these last few months.

Still. The man's statement doesn't really make sense. They were in the middle of an ocean, and in a storm no less. It would've been impossible for the man to save him then, at least not without a boat or ship of his own.

Thinking of it made his head hurt more. For a moment he feels ready to simply shrug and accept the nonsensical answer as truth in the hopes that maybe the man would leave him to rest. Logically, he knows that isn't what will happen at all. If this man knows who Morpheus is, if he recognises him, then there will be some kind of demand. A boon for saving the Prince's life.

He can't do anything about that now, though, and the idea of laying on this beach and letting himself wither under the sun's heat seems very appealing. He doesn't even know where they are, or how close he is to his kingdom. How he's supposed to make it back in this condition, he doesn't know. The task seems impossible, in all honesty.

The man does not leave him to rest, not even when Morpheus simply nods stiffly and says, "Sure. Saved me. Alright." He remains in the ocean actually, the waves lapping at his torso, and continues to stare at him blankly as though expecting something a little more. Eventually, he rolls his eyes—Rude, Morpheus thinks, but hardly cares at all in the moment—and moves a little closer. It looks almost like the ocean parts for him, but that's ridiculous.

Then—well, then things get even stranger. Which also seems impossible, but—there they are. The man shifts in the water and brings what looks like a tail out of the ocean, all golden scales and fins. Beautiful, he thinks, knowing he's staring but seemingly unable to help it. Of course the man's tail would be golden. That only makes sense when the rest of him could've been carved from sunlight.

A little belatedly, he realises just what he's staring at. Which is the man, who had a fish's tail.

Hallucinating. He is hallucinating, then. That makes sense. Still, he can't help but laugh quietly—it makes him wince, his lungs still raw and aching, but the pain is temporary and certainly doesn't matter much if he's hallucinating—and says, "You're a merman."

The statement is ludicrous. Morpheus wonders just how much damage nearly drowning can do to a person, and then figures he doesn't want to know at all, actually.

"That is what you call us, yes," the man agrees easily.

Sure. Why not. "Why did you save me then?"

He shrugs softly. “Too pretty for death,” the—the merman, of all things, tells him. It sounds almost petulant.

He is losing his mind. He had swallowed a lot of water. A merman. “One can be too pretty for death?” he asks weakly, his throat hoarse and his chest tight with pain. The ridiculous nature of the question at least makes that pain easy to ignore. It will get him later, he knows that much, but he lets himself be distracted by his amusement at the situation for a while.

The merman blinks at him, expression entirely serious. “You are.”

”Right.” Right. Of course. Too pretty for death. That makes sense. As much sense as a merman fishing him out of the water does.

Whatever energy let him carry this conversation leaves him suddenly and he falls onto his back on top of the sand, his elbows failing to hold him up any longer. The sun glares down at him and he gazes back up at it blearily. Exhaustion clings to him just as the beach does to his sea-soaked clothes. Sleep seems like a wonderful, bright idea.

He let his eyes fall shut. It isn't very effective for blocking out the sun’s rays—it remains insistent, and closing his eyes doesn't give him the satisfaction of darkness that he dearly wants. Still, while that would’ve been a problem any other time, his body yearned for the void, to let the dark take him. It would be easy to simply lay here and wither, until either the tide takes him or someone finds him. Whichever came first. He didn’t mind either way.

Then the merman spoke again. “Are you dying, pretty one?”

It took a great deal of effort, but he grunts, “No.”

”Are you sure?”

He is not, actually. But that is no concern of this mermaid, and he merely answers, “I am certain.”

Silence follows that statement. Morpheus lets himself relax, lets himself hope this is it. He can sleep now, he thought—and is quickly proven wrong, for the merman states, “You look like you’re dying. Does anybody look for you?”

He hardly cares. Distantly, though, he thinks Lucienne might be. Jessamy and Matthew, too. “Perhaps,” he says after a couple of minutes pass, when he realises he has not yet replied. "I would like to sleep now."

The merman makes a considering noise. "I do not know much about humans," he said slowly, and Morpheus can practically feel the concern in his voice now, "but I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. I'll stay and talk to you until you're found."

"Must you?" he asks, a desperate edge to his voice. The merman's voice is pleasant enough, yes, but rest is the preferred option here, regardless of what he says.

"Yes," he confirms. Morpheus's eyes are still closed so he can't actually see but he can imagine the smile on his face easily enough.

He sighs heavily and wonders what he did to deserve this. Then figures this is some weird, twisted kind of punishment for all that happened with Orpheus and Calliope and resigns himself to his fate. "Very well."

The merman talks, almost endlessly, until the sun is low in the sky. It is, truly, an impressive amount of talking. Morpheus doesn't remember much of that afternoon. At some point, he regains just enough energy to sit up, to listen more attentively. The merman, whose name he doesn't learn, seems to appreciate that. And just when despair begins to eat at him—I will not be found, he thinks and despite his inaction while he sank into the ocean, the idea panics him, I will die on this beach—there are calls of his name from behind him. They are voices he recognises and his heart picks up its pace when he turns around to see Lucienne, Telute and Jessamy walking down the beach towards him, each of them looking a little rough but all of them alive.

When he turns back to the ocean, the merman is no longer there, and Morpheus wonders if he dreamt the whole thing up. He does not mention it as Jessamy helps him to his feet, as Telute pulls him in for a hug, as the three of them begin to make it back home, to their duties, but he does not forget the kind eyes of the man who saved him from drowning.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #morpheus dream of the endless #the sandman fic #merman!Hob #listen i've written nothing but this for the last three days and I have 5k to show for it #also the larger fic is way way angstier than this snippet would lead you to believe since it deals with a lot of grief around Orpheus #but i thought this little and mostly light(er)-hearted snippet would be fun to share #and YEAH i have many many WIPs and yes i put them aside for this. that's fine #this becomes a Dream Saves Hob Fic eventually #for anyone interested in that #Merman au #eris writes things

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖

I wasn't gonna post any today bc progress slowed down with working mornings again and having to actually sleep at night 🙄😂, but i'm so excited about this fic and I'm loving it and I just wanna share it all lol

prev snippet

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“I’m fine.” Buck responds through gritted teeth. He’s okay, he’s fine, he can do this. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” he laughs, wiping his cheeks with one hand. He needs to get a grip. At least while he’s driving. “This is all so stupid, I’m fine, everything is fine.” he takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to be fine. Not with me.” Eddie says, and he sounds almost desperate. Desperate for Buck to listen, to hear him. He sounds so earnest and gentle, and Buck can imagine those piercing eyes that always feel like Eddie’s looking into his soul, and he can’t handle this. He can’t handle being so cared for, he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Eddie. All he does is make him worry. All he does is make everyone worry. (...) Eddie once said Buck's the guy who wants to fix everything, and it’s true. He wants to fix everything for everyone he loves. He’s the only thing that’s unfixable, though. And he hates that people even try, only to get burned in the process.

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#wip wednesday #buck driving fic #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #btw if you want me to start tagging you or stop tagging you just lmk <3 #istg i can't wait to share it all i love this fic so much #it's so self-indulgent bc it's me projecting and it's so perfectly what i needed to write/read lol #it's gonna be a happy-ish ending tho! at least hopeful lol #why is putting buck through it so fun and cathartic lmao #also don't worry y'all there's not gonna be a car crash - Buck will not be physically harmed in this fic 🤣 #he's lowkey a reflection of my mental state rn and it's not *that* bad (yet) lol

[ghcstcd]

"Sleep is an ominous and horrific entity," I say, then promptly draw him like this:

'Stinky.'

#ST Sleep #Sleep Token art #Sleep Token #widdle afraid to share but also I'm enjoying trying to make a Creature #I'm playing around and having fun #ghcstcd #sketch #wips #wip #when will I have a consistent tagging system? #art

[cerubean]

hotel wip???

#idk i havent built in a while but i renovated a hotel build off the gallery and the synapses started firing so i started to build my own #i stopped building bc i suck ass at exteriors its embarassing i just dk how to make things symetrical and then rooms end up too small BUT #im doing ok so far there's 4 two bed rooms nd 2 single bed rooms and then two “penthouse” suites #also i havent playtested yet so dont get too attatched but also im kinda excited to play w/ this! #idk what mod it's from but the rental (shared) lot type works so well w/ hotels i will say it is laggy tho so be wary of that #also umm i hv w*ckedwhms now um that mod is... a lot esp w/ hotels but i guess it's kinda accurate?? it's fun to snoop on sims #s #wip #not tagging this bc i dont wanna let ppl down if i end up not finishing im unemployed so i really should be doing more productive things #but oh well :p

[orykorioart]

👁️👁️

!!!?!?!?!!!!!!!! . oksamber you say

Aww YEAH Oksamber WIP I do say 👀

#Not me taking days to answer this ask and share this wip #bc I am a CLOWN 🤡 #gonna go light on the tags since thi s is a wip but #taz ethersea #oksamber #amber gris #oksana kodira #IDK EXACTLY WHAT THE CONCEPT HERE IS. #HMMM. Somethig something theyre infiltrating a Benefactors Ball?? #Listen. I jsut want.ed to draw a cool knife garter belt moment. And fun dresses. #anw as always I do be missing Ethersea. #trying out a gel pen brush for this sketch #really enjoyin it so far

[koroart]

FE OC Week Day 1: Introductions ✨

I don’t have much on her atm ( well— I do, because Elinor is a collaboration with my friend @ax100 and it uses elements of her original story so I don’t want to share les I overstep ) but!! Nonetheless I’d like to introduce y’all to Elinor Bronagh Blaiddyd— Lambert’s first wife & the birth mother of Dimitri ✨

Serene and kind , there is a sort of majesty and elegance to the Queen Consort, and when she walks into a room — all can’t help but stand and stare in awe of her presence and beauty. Her calm is a temperance to the fiery passion of her husband , his voice of reason and rock amidst a sea of change and politics but even Lambert knows better than to trifle with his beloved , for she’s no pushover!

She is a prominent mage ( Faith oriented ) but prefers not to battle unless necessary.

She enjoys weaving ( Lambert gifted her , her own personal loom and crafts room as a wedding gift ) , reading folk tales and tending to her garden ~ she also loves nature and could spend hours in the royal gardens or ride through the Blaiddyd owned forest just outside Fhirdiad.

#that’s all I’ll share for now ✨ #heh heh this is fun! #:: my art #fe3h #wip #fe oc #fe oc week

[flanbolt]

from today

#my art #I think the bikini under armor sketches look fun enough to share. Idk if it’s gonna be possible wip full render shit at some point but meh

[tervaneula]

It's WIP Wednesday and since I don't have anything new (and only a few people seem to be online so I just might get away with this) I'm sharing a really short bit from this exciting little fic because I've already shared all the (allegedly) tame parts from it LMAO

#should be fun to figure out which sneak peeks I've shared before are from this same one hoho #I'm in a spoicy mood and I think it's because I'm finally recovering and can start getting back on my gay af bullshit #can't keep working on this before I get my commissions finished though #also writing spice is interesting to me because I'm excited about it but never horny. does that even make sense. anyway #leoichi #tervdrabbles #wip wednesday

[bokatan]

nothing super cool to show yet, but here's the state of my current project for wip wednesday! tagged by @kharonion @sparrowsingsstories and @totally-not-deacon last week - not specifically tagging anyone since i'm super late to this today, but feel free to take this as an invite if you want to share your wip!

this week, i'm working on a little 6000px x 2000 px graphic/header thing for the wounded dog encounter rewrite fic i finally finished + posted earlier this week. as you can see, it's still in a very rough state lmao. lineart takes me significantly longer than anything else, i'm around 50% done with the final lineart at this point + plotting out some appearance tweaks and details to match what i'm going for

#thank you all for the tags!! i had nothing new to share last week LMAO #wip wednesday #bo.wip #fun fact the background is ....5? i think? screenshots smashed together to make a fake wide angle lens effect

[missrosegold]

Okay okay okay so I know I tentatively put out the idea of MMA fighter!Dabi/Touya, BUT -- what about Cyberpunk!Dabi??

Think about it: the LOV is still a terrorist organization, but with cybernetic enhancements - most of them are damn near on the verge of going Cyberpsycho as it is with how much chrome they're packing.

Their fire fights with the NCPD/Militech and Arasaka are legendary and brutal; no one leaves unscathed, and even the rest of the gangs that terrorize Night City give them a wide birth - least they get pulled into a turf war with them.

Poor little you is just trying to get home after a particularly long day at your job (your hours are shit and the pay is arguably worse), and you find yourself running for cover as a gang fight breaks out between the LOV and Maelstrom.

One thing leads to another, and suddenly you find yourself looking up at a white haired man - more chrome then flesh - learing down at you with a grin so terrifying, you almost think he's gone full psycho, had hd not made any move to snap your neck.

Giving him a quick scan, you can see that he has a cybernetic arm that spits out blue hell fire, and mechanically enhanced eyes so insanely blue it's a new shade to you completely, amoung a plethora of other enhancements that make you question how he isn't a fully fledged Cyberpsycho.

You know who he is, everybody in Night City knows of the white haired pyromaniac with specialty fire resistant implants, and of how dangerous he is.

It's Dabi from the LOV. You're in trouble now.

#dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya x reader #sighs dramatically #guess i'm adding this one to my wip's too #i have so many other things to work on but this idea was too fun not to share! #i still wanna do a little story for mma fighter!dabi #but i love cyberpunk and i wanted to get this idea off my chest too! #dunno if it'll ever become a full story but i definitely want to come back and revisit this idea soon #rose rambles #cyberpunk!au