#wip weekend

[puncertainty]

happy wip wknd! or scrappy doodle wknd more like…

[keeryhours]

Ooh pleaseee frat!steve x sorority good girl!reader or Steve x Henderson f accidental pregnancy I beggggg

wip weekend(ish) / coming soon

⚾️ - frat!steve x sorority good girl!reader

“How would you know?” he asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity and something like delight.

“I can just tell,” you answered quickly, looking down at the soft beige carpet beneath your bare thighs. “Guys never care about making girls feel good. Just themselves.” That’s how it had been with every guy you’d ever slept with. Not a single one had been different.

“I’m not other guys,” Steve said, voice lower now. It made your breath hitch in your throat, slowly raising your head to look at him. He was still smiling at you, but there was something different behind his eyes now, something heavy and burning.

🤞 - steve harrington x henderson!reader best friends to lovers accidental pregnancy

You hadn’t meant to sleep with your best friend.

It was one of those things you thought would never happen to you, the kind of thing you’d read about in a romance novel or see in a bad porno. The heat of the moment, the passion, the desire.

But maybe it was inevitable. Maybe it always had been.

i’m catching up with these i’m sorry i’m sorry aaaaa

[nai-nty-8]

WIPs expanding, sketches in place for a couple more.

The Schemers will be getting Baroque-ish looks to them, SOldiers eventually will be comic style when I get to them.

the Seekers

And please note Julien is on my Review list here, something's off but I'll see that later ig. Seekers inspired more by flat, soft shaded styles.

Also odd that yesterday I find another tarot style Occtis, and lowkey it was the most beautiful thing ever.

[raphaerolo]

This file is literally titled "kisskissfallinlove" in my procreate (very accurately) and ngl i got a little carried away with the lighting..

Edit: check out the finished work here

[suzukiblu]

WIP Weekend-Day!!

As voted by Ko-fi subs for this week's WIP Weekend-Day: I'm going to post a list of WIPs and WIP chapters that I need to edit up for AO3. In a reply to this post, put the name of your WIP of choice and I will edit three paragraphs in it, and we will therefore get it three paragraphs closer to posting!

Basically this evening is gonna be the power of weaponizing accountability, haha. Well, this evening and my downtime at work tomorrow, but six of one, half a dozen of the other, right?

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin (( chrono || non-chrono || AO3 ))

Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones (( chrono || non-chrono || AO3 )) 

Match and Kon and the time magic made them do it (( chrono || non-chrono ))

clonecest CNC (( chrono || non-chrono ))

we are so pleased with this Match (( chrono || non-chrono ))

mirror mirror (( chrono || non-chrono ))

free-use breeder (( chrono || non-chrono ))

the one where Kon isn't the father (( chrono || non-chrono || AO3 ))

[ ✨️ MYSTERY SLOT ✨️ ]

For this round everyone can feel free to make up to three requests each; just please make a separate reply for each request.

[totem-sloth]

WIP Weekend

I was tagged by @redstairs! Thank you so much ❤️

I'm doing several things all at once, but let me show you this Gigerish sketch of Vigdis I've started for #character_week RT

There're not only pre-raphaelites I like as you see:)

Gentle tags for @ronavorona16, @solidcarbon, @theory-of-the-crows, @kshert, @pe-pechka, @hyenamurena, @fourraccoonsinacoat and anyone who has something great to share! But no pressure as always:)

[bladesingerlily]

It is Sunday….

And I believe I am supposed to be self indulgently WIP-ing or some such thing?

I’ve been spit polishing Gale’s telling of the boat ride scene. I revisited it recently for the first time in 6-ish months as it would occur in Lily’s timeline…as a wizard, and an elf who would never encourage Gale to submit to any counsel other than his own…

And he will gaslight the f*ck out of you…and I love it! So I went back and tickled the prose to be even “Gale-ier”.

Thank you for all the tags @c-e-p5315 @unovafarm @ele-millennial-weirdo @optimisticgrey @rdekarios @gortashsrighthand @cinder-rellish181 @purpleasters-inseptember and others I may have forgotten to screenshot…

From Marginalia from the Edge of the Divine

~A Mortal Heart

In the hours since I had read Karsus’s account of his great and fatal working, since Elminster admonished me to hear directly from Mystra, and since she had named the orb within my chest a fragment of the Karsite Weave — I could think of nothing but what that revelation might mean. For me. For her. For us.

Confessing myself seemed a perilous thing. I turned the words over and over in my mind: that we might be spared the mortal fate of worshipping, serving, and ultimately dying as the playthings of gods who pretended to love us; that we could choose a better future; that with her by my side, any obstacle dwarfed by our might.

It sounded noble. It sounded true, if a bit grandiose.

I thought Lily might be persuaded by the infinite majesty of the Outer Planes, by the possibilities spread before us in rippling silver, by the sight of eternity made almost navigable. I thought, no, hoped, with a scholar’s arrogance and a lover’s desperation, that if I could set the question somewhere grand enough, she might understand the enormity of what I meant to ask of her.

It shames me less than it ought to confess how carefully I chose the setting.

“Just a little boat ride,” I told her, though its prow parted no water. Its oars troubled no river. We drifted where thought has substance, where time frays at the hem, where gods dwell.

I asked her, in earnest, to choose me, as she had asked me to choose her. I asked for her trust while already arranging it into the shape of my own desire. I swore I would not falter as others before me had. I told her divinity was nothing more than the path to the end we both wanted.

What I told her was not false. Falsehood would have been cleaner, and I might have repented it with tidier grief. I told her that I loved her. I told her that human years were too small a vessel for what she had become to me. I told her that I could not bear the thought of leaving her to nothing more than elven memory, of leaving her to centuries I would never see, my life reduced to a portrait, a room in a tower, a name spoken gently when winter returned.

All of that was true.

The Crown did promise time. It promised answer. It promised restitution. It promised that the thing burning in my chest might bow to me at last. It promised a universe in which Mystra’s hand no longer rested upon the back of my neck, however divine, however perfumed with stars. It promised that I might cease being the punished student, the cast-off Chosen, the convenient vessel of catastrophe, and become instead the author of the terms.

I did not say all that. Not so plainly. “It is a tool,” I told her. “A means to an end.”

Even now, ink dries reluctantly beneath that sentence. A chisel is a tool. A quill is a tool. A wand, a staff, a ring of spell turning: tools, all of them, obedient to the hand that understands their nature. The Crown of Karsus was something else entirely. It was an argument written in divine trespass. It was Netheril’s last and loudest syllable. I knew this. There are apprentices in Waterdeep who could recite the lesson between mouthfuls of sugared pear.

Yet there I was, a grown archmage with a Netherese wound in his breast, telling the woman I loved that a crown forged for apotheosis was merely a tool.

Lily did not move.

“You want to ascend? To become a god?”

Her voice was not sharp. Had it been sharp, I might have defended myself better. Anger gives vanity something to parry. But she spoke with sorrow, and sorrow has a way of walking through armor as if metal were mist.

“I do not want merely to join them. I want to better them. A god’s power, guided by a mortal heart. My heart. Tell me you believe that. Tell me you believe in me. Or is it my love you doubt?”

Her expression changed. Not much. Lily was never one to fling feeling across a room merely to see where it landed. But something in her eyes darkened, as moonlight darkens when a cloud crosses it.

“You are not asking whether this can be done,” she said.

“No. I know it can be.”

“You are asking whether I will bless the working of it.”

I should have denied it. I should have shown humility, or at least performed its gestures with competence. Instead I reached for the cruelest weapon available to me: her own love.

“You asked me to choose you,” I said. “Not Mystra. Not the command she laid upon me. You asked me to choose the one who loved me.”

“I did.”

“Then let me.”

Her eyes did not leave mine.

“Gale.”

My name, spoken so softly, should have recalled me to myself. Names have power. Any wizard knows this, but I was past recall, or wished to be. The planes had opened around us in terrible splendor. The Crown waited somewhere in the dark machinery of our enemies’ design. The orb burned within me like a second heart, and every beat of it seemed to say that I had been made a vessel long enough.

“Let me choose you with more than a mortal span,” I said. “Let me choose you with power enough that no goddess may spend me, no orb may consume me, no century may take me from you while you still have ages before you. Is that so terrible?”

There. At last. The noble argument, polished bright enough to blind the man who held it.

Lily’s face softened, and for one foolish instant I believed I had reached her.

Then she said, “Yes.”

For half a breath, I thought she had answered the question I asked. Yes, Gale. It is terrible.

But she had not.

“Yes,” she said again, softer now. “I trust your heart. If this is what you ask of me, I can choose the man who asks it.”

“Then it will be so. With you and I together, there’s not a force in existence that can stop us.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, because I loved her, but perhaps also to quiet whatever qualifications might accompany her yes.

She had given me what I had asked for. In that moment, I thought myself the luckiest man on Toril. Had I been less satisfied, I might have seen it. She did not withdraw from me. Lily was never careless with her affection. But neither did she look again upon the planes with wonder. She looked upon them as one might look upon a battlefield as the banners rise.

As I looked away, out across that impossible silver vastness I had summoned as witness and accomplice, I thought the Outer Planes would enlarge my plea. Instead they revealed its proportions. Against such immensity, my argument did not become grander. It became more naked.

I loved her.

I wanted not to leave her.

I wanted the Crown.

All three truths stood together, and I could not make one devour the others.

I know I am behind but consider yourselves all uno reversed along with @onlytavs @mellybaggins @starlightweave @mogruith @glitterandmoondustofficial @dykestelmane @thesanguinesonnet @alliskit @kcwriter-blog and @tynithia

[lkblackham]

W I P WEDNESDAY THE DAY AFTER WEDNESDAY

Was tagged this week by @dragonracer ! Thanks so much, I did indeed enjoy the snippet you posted. 🥰

This week has been a long one. If you indulge me while I reflect here at length, I do actually have a bit of art WIP posted at the end. 💜 Think of it like those really long recipe blogs. Although I hope I'm not that annoying.

I know I talk about my OCD all the time, but it's been kicking my butt the past couple weeks. After I turned in my thing to my advisors, they told me I could just 'take time off' while they decide whether to let me proceed to the last stage of my thesis or not.

So, I don't know about you, but I am not at all a Time Off kind of person. I tried really hard to be one these past couple of weeks. But like. I'm not. I'm just not. It's not that I don't need rest - I really really really do need it - I'm just stuck in a situation that leaves me feeling not particularly restful. Y'know:

Doctorate programs are isolating. I barely started making friends here after five years. Particularly not fun when you still haven't fully processed being stuck in near-total isolation for 7 months back in 2020.

I'm an American living in Scotland watching everything be set on fire in my home country without being able to help.

I have a hearing disorder that makes it really hard to understand speech and it's a lot worse with Scottish accents.

I love people but also people terrify me. I'm getting better but it's still bad. I know monsters are rare but I've had the misfortune of meeting a few of them in my life and they were terrifyingly close to me.

I can't apply for a job until I get the verdict from my advisors about my thesis.

I have no idea where I'm going to be in six months.

My cats insist on following me into the bathroom. I don't know why. It's very awkward.

All this combines to make my OCD flare up. My very loud and hyper-active brain has a ton of big problems that I can't actually solve. So I create some more, I guess? That seems to be the strategy, anyway

When I get this way, I regress back to my old methods of coping, which involves me withdrawing into myself. The world is big and scary and I just want to hide from it. I neglect my hygiene, my housekeeping, my family, my friends, my art. (Not my pets, they're clean and fed and happy.) The longer it goes on, the heavier it feels, and the scarier the world gets.

But.

I'm learning, now, in my early 30s, that I actually feel so much better when I reach out to people. Being part of a fandom like this has actually taught me - or maybe reminded me - of so much in such a short time, about community and support and how understanding people can be if you just give them a chance.

I've really loved making things that people enjoy. I've felt so much better about myself, and about people in general, because of this community.

It's not a cure, but it's a start.

So. Here I am, reaching out, and not hiding in my den. Trying my best, anyway. Baby steps.

And now, my WIP offering. It's a comic I've been tinkering with for the past few months. I've got the whole story written out, but I'm not sure when/if I'm going to finish it (this is just about half of it). So I figure someone oughta see it because I'm actually quite proud of it. 🥰

Boobs. 💜

Come at me, Tumblr.

Much love to y'all. Have a great weekend! No pressure tagging @falesiastuff, @toonybrin, @medeaplays and whoever's got something they wanna share!