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[arcane-fox]

WIP Whateverday

Thank you for tags over the last week or so @lotusbxtch @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @beefrobeefcal @almostfoxglove

Today I have TWO snippets from The Wolf You Feed Chapter 8 --

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him. He stared with the most needy eyes. You wanted to give him everything he desired and lord knows you wanted it too. There was something about the neediness that heightened it all, and you wanted to make him wait. He was too fun to tease when he was horny and you couldn’t resist.  

AND

“And I’ve been waiting all week to fuck that pretty pussy.” His hand dragged off your chin and to the back of your head and tangled in your hair as he urged you to stand up. His grip was firm and wanton as he nudged you to your feet.  You were both a hot mess, eager to make each other come.  

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[wickedsnack]

haven't shared a wip off my rp blog in a minute. do enjoy <3 i finally figured out a way to do dhavi's hair that i think i like, though it'll certainly end up reformed a little the more i play with doing it this way

[jukkaricity]

WIP DAVRIN DAY C:

Previous weeks I've been working on the pieces mostly on the day when I posted them, but I wanted to at least get prepared a bit this time. I have one more sketch in the works already, but it's nowhere in sharable state, so that's all I've got. Hopefully will have some time in the weekend to catch up.

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Davrin spun a block of aspen wood in his hand, absent-mindedly looking into the fire pit. He was surrounded by wooden shavings pelting the floor like first snow and at least half a dozen shapes abandoned at various stages of the process. Assan slept curled up close by, his back paw twitching rhythmically. Davrin hoped that whatever the griffon was dreaming of was worth the chase.

Normally carving would ease his mind. A steady, careful task, to keep both his thoughts and hands steady. Sculpting was simple. Or at least it was when he was working for himself. When it came to crafting a gift? For the first time since forever he found himself hesitating. It wasn’t the task itself that was a challenge but deciding what shape to settle down on. 

First he thought of a halla, to match the hairpin she wore most often, but it seemed not personal enough to him. Everyone gifts hallas to elves. He did not want to be everyone. Shortly he considered a griffon, something from him for Bellara to keep close. After all, she's jokingly asked for a spare one before. A figurine could be the second best thing.

[captainrayessketches]

WIP Missa Defunctorum

“Alexa Woods. These monsters raiding my ship is one thing, but you… Just had to be you.” He scoffed. “You’re selfish, you know that. We need this! We know a fight is inevitable. You can’t let humanity have a fucking chance? We’re just trying to make it a fair fight!”

She doesn’t know why the company try and take the moral high ground. She knows what they get up to and what they want to protect. It’s never been humanity and that is what makes her so bitter. The captain wasn’t deterred by her silence. “Look, we can make a deal. What do you want?” She didn’t say anything, just watched him. He took a moment to recompose himself and placed his hands behind his back, looking mild-mannered again while a vein in his forehead throbbed. “You want a favour? Weapons? We have money!”

That made her snort, and she shared a look with Stalker before looking back at the man. “Do I look like I can be bought? Do you think your money is worth anything to me?”

“That’s what I hate about your type. Everyone has a price! No, you think you’re different from us. You think your killing sprees are better than your average nut suffering from space madness?” He was starting to lose it, his hand gripping the control panel as his pale face went red and blotchy. “Do you have any idea how much effort went into this ship? The money, the asses that had to be kissed. You can't take it from me!”

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There were large double doors to the main office and the satellite control centre. With a scan of her gauntlet, again, she was allowed full access within the station. Stepping through it, Lex unfortunately was faced with the back of a yautja with camo print armour, and human limbs wrapped around him.

She could hear their sloppy kisses they were sharing. She would have walked away if any clothes were off, but seeing as they weren’t too deep in it, she believed her situation justified clearing her throat. “I’m looking for a Fugitive on the loose.”

There was a surprised trill from the yautja, and then some whispers before the hunter pulled away from the woman on his desk. “Lex!” Fugitive greeted, still pleased to see her despite the interruption.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

WiP Wednesday Whateverday

@something-tofightfor tagged me (thanks Rachael!) in a wip Wednesday post and then the next thing I knew it was Thursday. So before I blink again and it's Friday, here's a little peek at what I've been (s l o w l y) working on:

-Aphelion Part 12-

The warm sound of his chuckle reached your ears as you leaned back into the couch cushions, Oberyn’s arm winding around you to pull you closer. “Six hours is nothing.” His lips found a spot near your temple, pressing a kiss there as he continued. “I have waited lifetimes for this. For you.” You sucked in a breath as you straightened up to look at him, the remnants of his laugh still present in his eyes. “I can wait six hours.” 

“Oberyn,” you whispered. You still felt slightly tipsy from the few drinks you’d had earlier, a pleasant buzz humming through your brain and body. But it was nothing compared to the intoxicating feeling of knowing that Oberyn Martell wanted you. Your heart skipped and you knew he heard it from the twitch of his smile. You shook your head. “You’re one hell of a romantic, you know that?” 

That earned you another laugh, deeper and richer in tone. “Well I have always said that I was a better lover than a fighter.” He brought the hand that was resting near your waist up to curl around your bicep as you rested your head against his shoulder. “And I am an excellent fighter.” 

You hummed out a small laugh of your own. “And so humble, too.”  Before either of you could say anything else, the phone buzzed on the table and you sat up to grab it. That’s gotta be Nora letting me know she’s home. Opening the message, you confirmed it with a snort to yourself.

-And a little something from this Ezra story I'm working on that still needs a title-

Not for the first time, Ezra wished that Noah was there. He would know how to explain this feeling. He was the one who believed in those things. Fate, destiny, souls. As far as Ezra was concerned, his fate was to scratch and claw his way through life, his destiny was that of all mortal beings, and if he had a soul, he knew it was likely dented at best and stained at worst. Not something worthy of being rewarded with someone like you. 

Ah, you’re not half the scoundrel you think you are, Ez. 

He laughed to himself as Noah’s voice came to mind. “If you say so, No,” he mumbled to the inky sky. “If you say so.” 

With another sigh, he turned back to the campsite and strode toward the fire, ready to put it out. But your shadow moving inside the tent caught his eye and stopped him in his tracks as he realized that whether or not he was right about his dented and damaged soul - whether he even had one at all - you were there. You were there, in his tent, waiting for him. And if there was a connection, he wasn’t going to squander it just because he didn’t know how to explain it yet. 

Tagging a few people who might want to share (but with absolutely no pressure whatsoever) - @grogusmum @maggiemayhemnj @trulybetty @katareyoudrilling @insomniamamma & anyone else who sees this and wants to share!

[thoughtthedormouse]

WIP WednesFriday

Thank you for tagging me @binkitten and @cadburyoreo

From an upcoming chapter of How Not To Drown

“I’m gonna miss you, y’know?” So much. I wish upon every star in the universe that the look he gives me means ‘me too’, but I actually don’t want that for him. I sort of hope that I am not as special for him as he is already for me. I don’t want that for him.

[shannaraisles]

Oh dear gods, Niamh is writing. Have a snippet -

“Oh, now, don’t look so worried,” he said, pulling open a drawer to produce the necessary paperwork. “I’m not going to toss you out over a little broken glass. Although ... Satinalia tree through window is a new one for my insurance company, I’m sure.”

Will I finish it? Who knows?

Happy Festive, everyone!

[halfdreamtnomad]

WIP Wednesday but time is fake

I was tagged by @redheadrae & I also refuse to acknowledge time so here we go. This is from (ideally) the next chapter of through woods half dreamt (here) but ultimately what my fic does and what order it is in is none of my business. V’s POV does take priority but it’s multi POV and this will be Judy’s first.

I am tagging anyone whose lil heart will be happier for sharing their work. 

Judy was seated on the floor of the small living space off of Misty’s Esoterica. Rogue and Misty sat on opposite ends of the couch, Vik on a soft round ottoman. There was plenty of room on the couch and two chairs if Judy wanted to make the transition but sometimes she just needed the floor.

Misty had convinced her to take an angry nap, parking her in Misty’s own bed and sitting a warm cup of some sort of purple tea next to her. The tea was soothing and Judy found herself drifting away as soon as she closed her eyes, even with the harsh sunlight spilling into the window over the bed. It didn’t last long though, a recurring nightmare roughing her up. Well not so much a nightmare but a memory. 

V and Judy had been living together in the over-swagged corpo cottage- a far cry from either of their tastes- for a little over a week when she started disappearing for hours at a time. Judy would roll over to find the bed empty. So one night she had gone out looking for her, a gut feeling telling her where she’d be. 

And she had found V, standing in the pouring rain, dark of night, in front of the long abandoned Mega Ride at Pacifica. Judy had been worried, pissed. She didn’t dare park her van anywhere remotely near Animal territory so she had parked and walked, a gun and two tazers at the ready. And there was V. Looking up into the night sky, in front of the coaster, like she was waiting. To get robbed or worse, for a sign from God, for a lightning bolt…

But Judy knew why V was here. They promised to be honest with one another, even if it hurt, and Judy knew that from the day she got back all V could think about was Johnny Silverhand’s smile, “real and kind,” she had called it, on this goddamn roller coaster. And Johnny Silverhand’s smile, “sad or soft,” as V had drifted away from the net and back into her body. 

She was looking at the sky for something less knowable than God, less predictable than weather. She was looking for Johnny fucking Silverhand. Like she could summon him. 

When Judy had made it to V, had placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around, V had smiled for a second… and then she had looked… upset? Disappointed?

Whatever it was, it was a look you didn’t want from someone you might be in love with, someone you thought might be in love with you.

And it came to her almost every time she closed her eyes.

That had been months ago. It wasn’t the last time Judy would find V in some kind of haze, wandering somewhere dangerous, out of her mind and aching for someone else, someone dead. 

Judy had her own list of dead lovers. More tangible than V’s, she had pointed out once. 

“It’s not the same,” V had said softly, squeezing Judy’s hand before once again drifting away from her. “You can’t understand it.”

“So help me understand.”

“I can’t. And if I could, I wouldn’t.”

So tonight Judy needed to be on the floor.