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[sipofchai]

2.5k words into part 1 of the sperm donor fic, and you'd think ryland would be the nervous disaster in this scenario but tbh reader is giving him a run for his money

[hyperions-light]

Yay, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday again! Come and show me what you’re working on !

I know most of you are here for DA, but please feel free to share no matter the subject !

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Hope you’re having a great 2025, so far! 🎉🎊

[thilien]

It takes two to tango for the WIP game, please!

Okay, so this is basically an excuse to have my Crow!Rook and Lucanis dance because…well, because.

Here’s a little snippet from the setup in which Bel and Neve are both serving as enablers/wingwomen to two disaster demis who, let’s face it, aren’t going to get their shit together otherwise…

“You both had...dancing lessons?” Bellara asks, her confusion written across her face.

“Most Crows do,” Lucanis replies, “The one thing that the nobility across Thedas have in common is that they spend a lot of their time hosting or attending balls and soirees. We learn the skills necessary to —” he pauses, choosing his next words carefully, “— socialise...in high society.”

“Socialise? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Neve has laughter on her tongue but fire in her eyes. The detective been gently teasing Amaya about her painfully obvious infatuation with her fellow Crow for weeks and she knows an in when she sees one. “When I was last in Antiva, it was called seduction, pure and simple.”

Bellara looks as if the final instalment of all her favourite serials just arrived at once. “Crows get training in seduction?” she turns to Amaya, “And you didn’t tell me?”

Amaya shrugs, aiming for nonchalance but aware from both Neve’s smirk and Bellara’s wide-eyed gaze that she’s landed somewhere slightly short of embarrassed and just beyond bashful. “It...er, never came up?”

“It’s not seduction,” Lucanis interjects, coming to Amaya’s defence as surely as he does when they're out in the field together, “We get lessons in anything that might help us get closer to our mark.”

“Viago had me take an entire course in art history,” Amaya supplies.

Lucanis huffs out a laugh. “That sounds like Viago. Caterina preferred rhetoric. She used to make me and Illario debate after dinner.”

“Which is all very well,” Neve interjects, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that is in no way dimmed by the glares that both Antivans send in her direction. “But I've seen a tango before, and it’s about as far from art history as you can get.”

Lucanis has the good grace to look slightly abashed. “It is true that some skills are taught so that a Crow can...persuade...their mark to go somewhere more isolated, but—”

“Oh, I'd love to see you dance, Rook,” Bellara’s voice has risen to the sort of pitch it only usually achieves when she’s tinkering with a really really interesting artifact, “I love dancing. Well, watching other people dancing. Irelin always said I had two left feet. And you’re so graceful when you fight. I bet you dance well.”

As it happens, she does dance well. Or at least, it was one of the few things Viago used to praise her for.

[dreamyxlore]

{ work in progress wednesday }

gasp! who is THAT? santiago garcia--issat you? and who pray tell is that mystery woman you're speaking to??? only time will tell...

👀👉🏻👈🏻

lowkey tagging: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @oscar-isaacx && @cosmickid-inmotion

ver VER rough draft

but consider this the announcement of taking on and introducing santi as a new muse for me, just couldn't wait a moment longer to make it official

[hawkstar5]

Agree very much on “Spot”! I am also looking forward to a certain “Milking Day”… 👀💛✨

Well aren't you in luck, I've got a bit more written as of this weekend! 😏💖

Really hoping to finish this one this month, she calls to me stronger than my other WIPs at current. We shall seeee~

[robobee]

WIP not-sunday (tagged by @sunflowersandscreams ! mmmuah) tagging. oh god im bad at tagging. @seavoice @seaemberthesecond @faewaren @clotpolesonly @ you the person reading this I promise i want to see it

quite frankly I was surprised by how few Proper WIPs I have compared to how much i write 😭😭😭 i think i just Write And Post OR write 150 word blurbs ONLY. so i'm just posting this bit from the upcoming (eventually...) chapter of my heclan post-Greywaren horrorfic from. erm. 2023. this is their kenstewey succession moment but I promise they go through several hours of being assholes before they finally have a Conversation

and another vague thing I have with sarchengsey-during-greywaren AU that veers into intense ooc territory because declan is constantly hallucinating brain-damage-induced henry who is 15 and nice to him & every so often there's a smash cut to 19 year old Actual Real Henry who Does Not Give A Single Fuck About Declan. it's really also about fairy market politics. Will likely never do anything with it but it's fun. to me.

[alengmae]

WIP

"What the actual fuck, Harrington?" he asked right before he stopped himself from braining Steve in the face with a cheap China plate. Fighting him was akin to taking candy from a toddler. Only it was worse since it felt like he was beating the toddler instead. There was no satisfaction at all. 

Steve just shrugged helplessly, one eye welded shut from swelling and most of his facial skin mottled purple. He added, almost slurring his words, "I'm gonna fuck you up." His army of children huddled in one corner, crying for their babysitter's stupid face. 

Billy almost laughed out loud, if only he didn't spy a slimy dog-like thing hanging out of the fridge. He placed the plate down on Steve's lap, opened the fridge wider to let out the monster carcass and demanded with all the menace he could muster, "You tell me everything or I'll make sure you're eating through a straw for the rest of your life." 

Steve had the audacity to bargain. "Are you sure we can't just keep beating each other up?"

"Steve, I think you're the only one getting beat up," the lanky one commented.   

One kid with a curly mop valiantly insisted, "Nuh uh, Steve had a good punch in there. Somewhere." 

"Billy's not even sweating right now," Max sniped at them. She gave her brother a scrutinizing glare before turning back to the boys, "Tell him. He might be a jackass but can help." 

"We're already fucked by the government for letting you know and you want to add more?" Curly screeched. 

Max rolled her eyes. "Exactly. What's one more?" She gave Billy another surreptitious glare before gesturing to Steve. "At least with him, he can actually fight. Not like the human punching bag here." 

Steve let out a low whine. He took a sweeping glance at the mess in the house, Billy still looming over him, the demodog by the fridge and the plate in his lap. He hugged the plate and curled into a ball on the cheap linoleum floor. "Fucking tell him. Max, take my bat. I'm still not sure if your brother would kick all your asses so you're in charge. I'm just gonna take a small nap," he feebly said before passing the fuck out. 

Billy felt magnanimous enough to think about moving Steve to the unoccupied couch but not enough to actually move him into one. After all, he still threw the first punch. Instead, he rounded the children with a snarl, "Alright, which one of you crotch goblins is gonna spill?"