#wip folder

[luciacaminoz]

supportive

[ruruooo]

"together.clip" from the wip folder for @fkeknife It's from 2023 :D I liked having Vash hide his eyes with the glasses

[mayflowersinapril]

Vegas is catnip to me, pls how are you remixing it in your wip 😩😩

You know that moment where Ilya becomes nonchalantly chalant by putting his arm on the paper tissue machine and leaning on the wall? I have a personal beef with all tissue machines because they NEVER work when I want it to :").

So for this wip I’m trying out an animation clip where Ilya tries to say “I want you to suck my dick” but keeps getting interrupted by the tissue machine. I’ve made a little story board 🧍‍♂️🫱

I suppose in this au Shane sees through the cool fuckboy persona and realises that Ilya reaaaaaaaally wants him to suck his dick, so he just agrees immediately.

This may mostly just end up being a comic panel because I've never animated before in my life and idk what im doing. But I just want to add audio of the interruption like a dj remix so bad. I want you to suck my dick wheeee brrrr brrrr suck my dick brrrrrr brrrrr suck brrrrr drum kick clap beats.

wip title game

[lllchiaroscurolll]

WIP Ask Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.

Thank you @leysendris for tagging me 🤗

Hm, I don’t really have a WIP folder. I’ve moved pretty much everything I’ve tried writing down over to Ellipsus, since I’m still very new to writing about OCs and wanted to keep everything in one place. Gotta love Ellipsus.

Here are my OC Folders

For example:

Agatha: The healer - The Therapist: is empty at the moment :D

Ardreyths Folder:

Also, pretty much every folder is a mix of WIPs, original German versions, drafts, English translations, and everything in between.

So, take your pick :D

OPEN TAG & NO PRESSURE TAG

@optimisticgrey, @the-shadowfell-darkroom, @bloodsol94, @dracoangel, @shanaraharlyah aaaaand lovely @djfatchip

@leysendris: I’m not sending you an ask because I can ask you right a way here: I just would like to know more about this one *points her finger at* Untitled.

[for-a-longlongtime]

Good lord what is the young Joel and Marcus wip 😏

ANON come here and let me kiss you on the forehead!! This one is special to me 😍

First of all... young!Joel Miller x young!MarcusMoreno is not a pairing that comes completely out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, they're lurking in my masterlist, tucked into a story, but I don't want to spoiler it for other people who may not have read some of the fics I wrote last year.

However, if you know - you know. 😏

Let's get into it:

This is probably one of the heftiest WIPs that I haven't posted anything from yet, as the doc clocks in at about 5K so far - and it's actually going to be a series! I'd say a tentative 9 to 10 (not super long, hopefully LOL) chapters at this point. And I'm actually going to try to have most of this written, or at the very least have half of it done before I post the first chapter, just to make things a little more manageable for myself.

We meet Joel and Marcus in Austin, TX when they're about 20 and 21 years old, and the series will span a period of approximately twenty five years actually, so I'm very excited about that! They meet in a bar - that Joel isn't supposed to be at, because he's not of legal drinking age - when they're trying to break up a fight among their friends, which results into the two of them getting kicked out.

Joel has been working long, long days in construction for a few years in order to support himself and Tommy, as their parents died when Joel was 16/17 years old. One of the reasons why he rolled into that line of work - besides the money - is because the childhood house that they still live in needs so much work done, and the only way he could think about being able to afford that somehow is by learning how to do all the work himself because he'd never be able to afford a contractor.

His life couldn't be any more different than Marcus', who is busy with college and who tries to hide a part of his life for most people - namely that his father is the leader of the Heroics and his mother is a Heroics trainer. There is the expectation that he's going to follow in their footsteps, but his powers haven't shown up yet, so he's trying to focus on blazing his own path.

They end up becoming friends, and music plays an important role in that; the series takes place in the (early/mid) nineties, so get ready for a good amount of grunge / rock / etc. There are a lot of twists and turns in their story (apparantly Little Beast was only the beginning of a whole lot of angst/drama pouring into my fics), so I don't want to reveal too much it, but let's just say that it's a tough ass road and things don't go the way they've planned.

But! I do have enough written so far that I can show you a little snippet of a very rough outline from chapter 2:

Joel and Marcus listening to grunge music and smoking so much pot at Joel's place. Careful first kisses. Giggling about it as they’re so stoned and kind of nervous. (They only smoke pot when Tommy isn’t around/going to be home that night, also to help manage Joels aches as he tends to be sore after a long day at the construction site - that's half of the reason why Marcus brings over weed). They’re both too high to do anything that requires much coordination but Marcus starts grinding against Joel’s dick and they eventually get eachother off that way, clothes still on, sitting on the couch. There are more kisses while they're both still panting, now with a giggle in between breaths every now and then, and the weed just makes them lose track of time - and it's not all that long before Joel finds himself grinding his hips up against Marcus again. "Fuck. Fuck, I…." He can't find the words, especially not when Marcus rocks back against him, just a little slower on his refractory period. "I want…. Fuck. 'm too high. I can't…" Marcus hushing him with another kiss and Joel moans, grabbing Marcus' hips and shifting on the couch, until Marcus is on his back and Joel on top of him. Nudging his hips into Marcus until they line up, still fully dressed, and the little “oh my god” once he gets it right. "Take it, take it, take it," Marcus panting under him, holding onto Joel's broad shoulders, which makes Joel moan against him, and when Marcus' hands grab Joel's ass, something just clicks inside of Joel's brain. And despite that everything is still slow and soft, he just goes feral because he wants it - wants Marcus - so goddamn bad "Wish I was inside you," against Marcus' ear, and Marcus cries out at that, imagining it, and because it feels so good that Joel is fucking his cock against him. "I wish I…" And not all of it is coherent, it's a string of words that fall from his lips, but he kind of talks Marcus through it, what he wants to do to him, and Marcus just loses his shit because holy fuck, Joel's voice is so deep when he's been smoking like this, and nobody has ever talked to him like this while getting off, and he loves it.

Thanks again for asking, Anon!! I honestly can't wait to write more on them and to eventually share these boys with all of you.

Want to know more about fics in my WIP folder? Check out the original post!

pssst, this is me looking innocent and tagging y'all for no reason whatsoever except for that you might be interested to see this WIP that's in the making 😇😘 thank you all so much for the support you gave to GP! @oliveksmoked @ohforficsake @wannab-urs @baronessvonglitter @angiewatson

@iknowisoundcrazyreads @gruaig-rua @thebeldroramscal @milla-frenchy @reallyrallyauthor

@jessthebaker @littleredpandanaps @bitchesuntitled @avastrasposts @almostempty

@almostfoxglove @rebel-held @magpiepills @legendary-pink-dot @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@din-cognito @penvisions @alltheglitterandtheroar

[missfortunetherogue]

2025-2026 WIPs

Thank you for the tags, @aerin67 and @cinder-rellish181! Enjoyed hearing about all the projects you're cooking up for the upcoming year :)

I have, yet again, taken an extraordinary amount of time to respond to this tag game (but I'm almost caught up with all my tags!!!) so I shall leave this as an open tag to anyone who is excited to tell us about their upcoming projects! Just tag me so I can take a peek.

The Embrace of Love and Death My beloved ongoing main longfic. I should be finished drafting Part 2 of 3 in the next month and a half if all goes well, after which point I will likely take a brief (hopefully a month or less) hiatus to plot out Part 3, which I am planning to begin diverging from many of the game events, leaving them instead as background mentions while I turn my focus to the companions' quest arc finales and the building of Miss Fortune and Astarion's spy network.

Title TBD - TEOLAD's post-canon spy intrigue fic If I am lucky, I'll be able to begin at least drafting my post-canon fic for Miss Fortune and Astarion in late 2026, which will see them raising up a spy/assassin network from the underground up, dealing with other faction dynamics in Baldur's Gate and around the Sword Coast, and taking on new adversaries. All while being a couple of idiots who are madly, grossly in love, Morticia and Gomez Addams style.

The Modiste and the Marquess My very first AU, a Bridgerton/Regency AU. Astarion is finally free of his tyrant of a father and has become the new Marquess of Mirabar. He's ready to "try living again" by rejoining society, and after decades of isolation he's willing to fight for what he wants. The only problem is that what he wants could cost Sasha Amastacia (Miss Fortune), the Ton's most prestigious dress maker, everything they've spent their life working towards. A story of scandal, love against the odds, and standing up to crushing gender roles, being written for @spillingteanotpermitted's splendid Bridger's Gate writing event.

Short Rests I have at least 8 Short Rest ideas that have just been rotting in my brain/WIP folder while I've been focused on other things (resting, 12 Days of Solstice, main fic) but I do fully intend to get back to them. For those not in the know, my Short Rests are flash fiction (usually) of 1k-1.6k words, often offering up a between-the-scenes or alternate POV look at events from The Embrace of Love and Death. For instance, the next one on the docket whenever I have time will be Lae'zel's POV of when Miss Fortune served her with fake divorce papers when they officially became an item with Astarion.

EVERYTHING TBD - a potential enemies-to-lovers Shadowheart x Lae'zel shortfic I really want to write it, so this is a stretch goal for the year. Haven't even begun outlining I just know I love them together, your honor 🥺

For the love of gods I need to finish worldbuilding my original novel concept I've been avoiding finishing up my custom deity pantheon for an embarrassing number of months this should not be the thing that stops me in my tracks but alas...and it's a very deity-centric plot so it is a huge impediment to continuing with any other worldbuilding 🥲

[crk-purefount-au]

What is Cam Girl?

Modern AU, SageRecluse, explicit fic about sex work.

For his birthday, Sage's friends "hook him up" with a month-long subscription to Truthless Recluse, a secretive cam girl that never shows her face and is rude to every customer no matter how much money they throw at her.

He thinks it's embarrassing and ridiculous, but curiosity (and being called a spineless coward) leads him to her chat room one night and he quickly becomes obsessed with her.

Time passes and Sage becomes her biggest patron. He never misses a livestream, sometimes he donates an exorbitant amount of money just so she takes a break or hydrates.

Unfortunately, her profile announces an emergency situation and all scheduled livestreams have been cancelled.

Which is crazy, because his neighbor across the hall is also dealing with an emergency after a crazy ex-partner breaks into her home and has to stay with him while police and insurance deal with the damage and the protection order.

Hey, wait...does Pure Vanilla...sound like Truthless Recluse..?

...

Noooo

That'd be crazy...

Right?

[commander-krios]

I’d like to hear more about the Juni sledding fic. What is that about?

Juni sledding fic is my attempt at getting Rolan to do something nice and not selfish for Juniper. She misses the winters where she grew up, and frequently talks about them with him. Well, it snows and Rolan decides to try to convince her friends to go sledding. For her. It's supposed to be more lighthearted and sweet. It also might've inspired another fic idea I'll eventually need to write.

“Rolan.” Her voice broke the stillness of the early morning, voice raspy yet soft, still half asleep if he wagered a guess. “Juniper.” She ran her claws down his side, tracing the ridges along his hips, before settling them against his thigh. Biding her time. “I can hear your mind spinning from here. I thought we agreed there would be no working in bed?” Rolan resisted a snort before placing the text on the small table next to the bed. “As I recall, only you agreed to those terms. Besides, I needed something to keep me busy since your snoring kept me up.” Juniper snorted, and he could feel her smile against his skin as it curled her lips. “Preferable to my singing, I’m sure.” Rolan ran a claw against her spine, the fabric of her sleeping gown soft beneath his touch. “And much more preferable to your magic casting.” She buried her face into his chest, the sound of her laughter muffled by his shirt. His heart swelled at the sound, each opportunity to make her smile and the success when he did so bringing more joy to his life than magic ever had. When she finally raised her head to look at him, her cheeks were dark with blush, blue eyes blazing happily, her nose scrunched adorably. “Thankfully for you, I don’t do that much anymore.” The eye roll was for her benefit. “No, you only get me into more trouble than ever.” She shook her head, eyes widening slightly. As if he’d believe her innocence in any of the chaos that followed her around. “I swear, I didn’t cause the fire at Figaro’s. That was Astarion.” “Yes, that’s why Figaro sent me the bill for the destroyed fabric.” “You weren’t supposed to find out about that.”