#ella's wips

[apicelladonna]

I need that neck kiss scene.

[whatisamildopinion]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @actual-sleeping-beauty! I am finally doing it this week, lol. In the spirit of your physical object WIPs, here is a photo of some hand-carved soap flowers for an art project I'm doing right now!

Anyone who would like to add on, feel free! I would love to see what you're working on!

[babybreadddd]

wips update!

working on ?? wips | last updated: 9 feb 24

the busker (han jisung) in progress!

his singing heals you, but can you heal him as he did for you?

sorry's no cure pt 2 (hyunjin) - on hold for now ~

he was your windproof jacket - without him, you feel more anxious, more afraid of the world, alone by yourself. he knows too; he can feel it too.

rewrite the stars (seungmin) - in progress !

"since you moved here, everything's been handed to you on a silver plate. wouldn't it be more selfish for me to take this away from you? and what is this, this thing that makes you want to give everything up just for me? there's no way i'm going to let that happen."

tightrope (hyunjin) - drafting

there's only so much force a rope can hold - there's no such thing where it never breaks. the same goes for relationships. so, what happens when your relationship is put to the test?

[apicelladonna]

Kendra and Percival Dumbledore!

[stress--relief]

WIP incoming

throwing another scrap into the ether to motivate me into finishing it, think of it as a sneak peak💛 yes it’s smut

You didn't greet him when he got home. Didn't look at him. You were sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other with your arms extended over the back, splayed and outstretched like the wings of a dragon. You didn't live here full time, but you knew Matt liked it when you dominated his space like this, claimed his surroundings as your own. You'd gone without your mask for the night, knowing he liked it when he could smell the shampoo you shared.

He releases the slightest of sighs, already aware of your outfit the moment he crested the stairs to his floor. His bag hit the floor next to the door with a thump, instantly forgotten at the door the moment he heard the creak of the latex, and he made his way over before immediately dropping onto his knees before you, murmuring a soft "May I?"