#wip day

[midaskey]

some sneaky peak i've been doing in my (little) spare time, hope i don't abandon it... haha... *eyes other wips*

(warframe 1999 hex brainrot still holding me hostage)

[the-silver-chronicles]

WIP Day

Tagged by @vocedellamorte

Tagging @theelderhazelnut @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @imogenkol @josephseedismyfather @fallsendings @aceghosts @noodlecupcakes @minilev @cassiemuldon @voidika @direwombat @shallow-gravy @chazz-anova @socially-awkward-skeleton @jaeheydaris @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @derelictheretic @strangefable @statichvm @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @shellibisshe @afarcryfrommymain @turbo-virgins @florbelles @strafethesesinners @yokobai and @sledge-in-space + anyone who wants to join.

A little different from what most of my WIP related tag games have been like, instead of a snippet of what I've been writing, I'm following @vocedellamorte's example and doing a bit of visual work and a WIP synopsis of Silva's Hope, Hematophobia: Fear The Paleblood & Weave The Threads of Blood (e.g. my FC5, Bloodborne and Elden Ring WIPs respectively). You can view and read more below the cut:

SILVA'S HOPE [FAR CRY 5]

Junior Deputy Silva Omar, despite being two months into the job, is selected as part of an arrest party by the Sheriff and Marshal to bring in the cult leader of the Project of Eden's Gate, the infamous Joseph Seed; a so-called prophet who claims to hear the Voice of God. Unsuccessful in the arrest attempt, the cult mobilizes in their takeover of Hope County, and after another loss, Silva tasks herself to form a Resistance to bring down Joseph Seed and his family. Although up to the task at first, the longer the war goes on, the further the sorrow she hides unravels, to both allies and enemies alike.

HEMATOPHOBIA: FEAR THE PALEBLOOD [BLOODBORNE]

Tobias Jäger accompanies his younger sister, Caroline Jäger, to the one place that can give her the life-saving treatment she needs; Yharnam, the city of miraculous blood ministration, governed by the mystic Healing Church. Both brother and sister sign away their lives in order to save the other pain... only to discover they are now indebted to the call of the Hunt, and the madness of the long night ahead. Only the Gods, pray they have mercy, can decide how their fates end.

WEAVE THE THREADS OF BLOOD [ELDEN RING]

Awoken in a world breaking apart from the decay of war and despair, the Tarnished are called back by Marika's Grace to ascend the throne and inherit the Golden Order, as the Elden Lord who will mend the Elden Ring, once they slaughter the Queen's Demigod children, all blinded and maddened by their ambitions. Some Tarnished seek glory. Others seek redemption. And there are those who vie to upend it all with their own order. And yet, there is one Tarnished that awakens in the Mistwoods, whom the All-Seeing Mage, another Tarnished by the name of Selke, believes against all probability is the Lands Between's best hope. Torrent approves, Melina doesn't. And Chiwa, personally, is inclined to agree with the latter's sentiments.

[valhelos]

WIP day

[bad-writer]

WIP Day

I was tagged by @isilme-among-the-stars to share something from a WIP. I am tagging @starspray @balrogballs @melestasflight @polutrope and anyone else who wants to share! This is from my Elwing/Maedhros wip!

"She lives in a beautiful, lonely place, and she is a beautiful, lonely creature. This he has done to her. Always he isolates, always he imprisons. As he was imprisoned, so shall he do to others. It is the enemy's touch on him. It is also his father's.

The wind whips the sand about her island. Yellow-topped flowers grow hard against the mossy rock. Elwing, garbed in white, raven-haired, loose, stands barefoot atop it all like a Queen. Maedhros stands on a lower rock so can look her eye to eye.

"I ask nothing of you," he says, softly. "Only that you always speak to me clear and true."

She smiles then, beautiful and hard. "I will."

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

wip day (Saturday)

Got tagged by @savage-rhi 🤗

Well, I guess, crafting can be considered "work-in-progress" too. So, here are two of the things I've been trying to make: a cat house and a couch for 1/6 scale dolls (for "Luis&Jessy's home" project).

[haven-of-dusk]

WIP Tuesday

Tagged by @thiamsxbitch 🫶

A snippet from a (currently untitled) Caswen Valentine's fic I spontaneously decided to write

Plucking the candle out of his way, he dipped in and pulled out a chunk haphazardly, slipping the whole thing into his mouth. “That’s…not bad, actually.” He went in for another chunk.

“Really?” EJ’s brow furrowed. He snatched up his own fork and gingerly took a bite. “Huh. I was not expecting anything more than store-brand level red velvet but that’s…got some texture.”

“Of course you’d talk about texture,” Ricky giggled through a mouthful. 

“What? Texture matters in cake!” EJ protested.

“Oh it definitely does,” Ricky devolved into a snickering fit.

EJ rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Bowen.”

Npting: @fruchtfliege, @endlessnightmaress, @ashyjingles, @genetic-hellhound, @thiamsalpha, @hemlocksandfoxgloves, @honestlydarkprincess, @yahyuh and anyone else who'd like to be tagged!

[sunny374940]

WIP I'm Late Again

Thank you @notyourmamasdeerbat and @starfleetteddybear for the tags <3 I always love to see what you're working on.

I found the emmrook sickfic I started writing way too long ago :D

Emmrich was carrying him across the courtyard and Rook squeezed his eyes shut against the horrible light. And Emmrich must have noticed, because he started walking faster. Why did he have to be so thoughtful all the time? It only made Rook fall for him more, which was very unfair, since he had no chance with him. They entered Emmrich’s study and Emmrich did something to a bookcase, which slid open to reveal a bedroom. Rook squinted around. The space was dim, daylight just barely penetrating the drawn curtains. There was a dresser with a skull on top of it, because of course, Emmrich probably couldn’t fall asleep without at least one skull around. The bed was made, bedsheets smoothed down immaculately, but they didn’t stay that way for long. Emmrich set Rook on his feet next to the bed and threw the covers back in a careless flick of a wrist. He seemed to be in a hurry. Did Rook look so bad? Yeah, probably, since he could barely keep standing even with Emmrich’s other arm holding him around his waist. Emmrich helped him sit down. “Do make yourself comfortable while I gather some necessities. I will be but a moment.” And he left the room. Rook flopped onto his back. There wasn’t much choice, his everything was too heavy. And he started shivering. Where was the blanket? He patted blindly around until he grabbed something and dragged it on top of himself. His feet were still on the floor, but moving didn’t feel like something he was capable of right now. The door clicked shut again. “Oh, Rook,” Emmrich sighed. There was a cool hand on Rook’s forehead again and he leaned into it a little. Just because the cold felt so nice against his burning skin, no other reason. “May I help you into bed?” Emmrich asked. Rook nodded.

And I am being absolutely annoyed by the next chapter of shadows, because I have to solve a plot hole I didn't notice until the last moment. But there are drunken shenanigans again.

“See this? See this?” Rhys asked his audience as he held onto a bookshelf to gesture with his crutch towards the shop at large. Finn barely ducked as the crutch passed over their head. Their reflexes had been dulled a little by the liquor, it seemed. “This is what father left for us when he kicked the bucket. So that's what I've been stuck with since the tender age of…” he had to pause to count on his fingers, but didn’t seem to have enough, “eighty two.” That didn't sound right.  “Twenty eight, you dork,” Tristan corrected. “Yes, thank you. Twenty eight. Eight years ago. You were eleven when the bastard dropped dead, did you know?” Tristan got a very offended look. “The bastard loved us,” he said.  “Yes, but he didn’t have to go and die when you were still a little girl. Boy. Child.” “Did he take good care of you?” Finn asked Tristan from where they were still lying flat on the floor. “He can't cook for shit.” Rhys gasped at the insult. “That's not true!”  Tristan laughed at him, which was quite mean. “It is true and you know it. Why do you think that I took over the cooking?” “Because you were kind to your hardworking brother who had his hands full managing this very shop?” “Yeah, and also because I didn't wanna starve to death.” Rhys left those two to their giggling about his lack of cooking prowess and stopped by Ciaran’s pillow mountain to poke him in the leg with the crutch. “I believe I have made my opinion on you doing this rather clear,” Ciaran grumbled and tried to move out of the way, which resulted in him rolling off the pillows. He stretched languidly, as if he was now exactly where he intended to be. “I apologize, my dear. I only wished to get your attention.” Ciaran frowned at him. He looked very adorable. “Do you have to call me that in front of people?” “I am certain that nobody heard me,” Rhys said, waving the crutch around. All three of them were watching him for some reason. “We heard you,” Tristan said. Finn nodded their agreement next to him. Holly smiled at him. “And I think that you two are very cute together.” “Thank you,” Rhys smiled back. “See? It's alright, darling, we're being cute,” he told Ciaran, who grabbed a pillow from his hoard and threw it at him.  “Ow,” Finn said. “What was that for?” “Direct your complaints at the one-legged bastard,” Ciaran told them. “I'm gonna steal your leg if this happens again,” Finn threatened.  Rhys gasped. “You wouldn't dare.”

No pressure tags for @spinfins, @redheadsramblings, @mercars-musings, @tinygameralec, @themontess, @bygonesigh, @hedwigoprah, @thedissonantverses, @andthekitchensinkao3 <3

[diaphanouswings]

WIP Day

You know... I swore I'd stop doing WIP days on here but I cannot contain myself with this one even though Adventurer Lost isn't even close to endgame events, I had to write this during my lunch break. The scene was haunting me and the brain wyrms would not be denied for love or money...

Some spoilers for the end of PLZA

SNIPPET

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Penny ran into the shopping center. She fixed her blonde ponytail, tightening it so it wouldn’t get slack during the next fight. Her gaze snagged on Corbeau’s back. It trailed over the line of stylized silk poison drips snaking down the center seam of his suit jacket. He was a sight for sore eyes in the chaos. He spoke on his Rotom phone, his voice sharp as he gave orders to his grunts and Philippe up ahead. She drew closer as a Mega Evolved duet of Gardevoir and Gallade stomped in from the opposite entrance. The field researcher made a noise as Corbeau slowly turned toward the Pokemon who stopped in the middle of the center in clear challenge. And then she saw him peek at her from the corner of his eye.

A small smile quirked his lips.

“Don’t worry about me, Philippe,” Corbeau said into the phone. “The cavalry has finally arrived. We’ll take things from here. Make sure our idiots have things set up for when we’re done.” The phone zipped back into his inner jacket’s pocket. Yet he stayed facing the Pokemon pair despite his friendly glance. He held out his hand to her. “Welcome, cherie. Looks like we’ve got company.” The small smile he sported widened into a grin when Penny slipped her hand into his and came to stand by his side. His thumb skimmed over her knuckles. “What do ya think?”

Eyeing the pair of aggressive Pokemon who’s looks were so reminiscent of a queen and her knight, Penny smiled. Her pale eyes crinkled at the corners in sardonic humor. “I think we have a competition on who is the better pair.” With her other hand she tapped on the Pokeball that held her Absol. The Disaster Pokemon manifested before the duo. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Corbeau do the same with Scolipede. “What say you, Lord of Rust? Shall we show them they can’t even compare?”

Corbeau laughed, the sound full bodied and delighted. He finally turned his head and lifted her hand up to kiss the back of it. His golden eyes flashed with confidence and heat below the fringe of his purple hair. “Oh darling, I would love nothing more,” he said. His Mega Stone flared to life on his lapel pin. Scolipede let out a cry as it transformed. He squeezed her fingers before letting them go. “Let’s dance.”

“Let’s,” Penny said, touching her necklace and the Mega Stone AZ gifted her. With an elegant motion of her hand, she flipped it so the stone floated right above her palm. Iridescent light burst from it and her Absol also transformed who shoulder to shoulder with Scolipede.

Both Corbeau and Penny then dove into the fray with their partner Pokemon against the Rogue Mega Evolved Gardevoire and Gallade in a clash of attacks that lit up the entire shopping center from within.

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END SNIPPET