#wip whenever

[amys2885]

Thank you very much @berryshiara for tagging me to share a WIP whenever.

It gave me an excuse to post this before November is over! I don't know if I'll have chance to finish this anytime soon, so put a little gradient on it and it can remain a wip for the time being 😅.

Hope everyone who celebrates had a good N7 month! And I hope everyone has a kind end to the year.

[inkandgasoline]

WIP... Whatever day it is

(Don't reshare/repost without permission, don't feed to any AI, you know the drill.)

Update: Final piece here!

[rosieofcorona]

unfortunately for u all i had a vision of solas dragon age as mucha’s north star

(wip ofc)

[thatzombiecat]

one day I'll finish all the wips with Lyndir......................... but now

WIP WHENever! sponsored by @thornb4ck, @nadas-dirthalen and @skolas-a♥

Some silly sketches with Lyndirane and their lovely exodite siblings (Fil belongs to my dear @ederadnt)💕💕 While Lyndir is constantly smoking some weed antidepressants, they've been smoking them much more frequent than usual nowadays (you can even see a smug drukhari that belongs to @nanivel next to them hehe!!)

🍂 more on patreon | tip jar

[xolasdoesntknow]

I know nobody eating but I'm cooking up something anyway ⚠️ WIP⚠️

[idrissisbonkers]

Part of a larger WIP Im working on rn :3

[celesenova]

WIP Wednesday/Whenever

Thank you for the recent tags @dirthera15 @crimsonphantasmagoria @cryptid-catt @daylinlavellan @vhen-harel

Gently and no pressure tagging: @miraabellee @nateeseart @lana-writes

I'm trying something a little different to prepare for DA kiss week, I may end up screwing myself over from being overwhelmed with too many open WIP's but we'll see lmao.

3/7 drawings sketched out for the week now though. 🥲

And the writing I spoke about before because people keep wanting to see it. So... You can read it below. 😅

[missadangel]

✨WIP Whateverday✨

Thanks for the tags, my lovelies 🫶 @arcane-fox @kokoluwie @time-for-my-weekly-spanking @cozymochaa @the-sophverse @berryispunk @shadowqueen2024 @aurorawritestoescape some of you keep tagging me and I’ve actually never shared a WIP before… so here we go — my very first attempt 👀 I’m writing for the lovely @tateypots’ Naughty or Nice writing challenge 👀 I chose Marcus Acacius x fake identity (naughty) — and you all know about my love for this man. Also… this is my first ever one-shot and my first dark fic, so please be gentle 😅 Anyway—here we go. Enjoy, my darlings 🖤 Also — The Ex Education Chapter 10 sneak peek is coming this Friday 👀🖤

Peccatum Dulce - Dark!Marcus Acacius x Empress!f!reader - 18+ Explicit MDNI

dark!fic | breeding themes | degradation | fake identity trope

summary: Your husband couldn’t give you an heir. But the general—the one who’s watched you, wanted you, would burn the Empire to put one in you. You were peccatum dulce (the sweetest sin) he’d damn himself for — and tonight, he intends to taste every drop.

“This wet,” he murmured, reaching for your hand observing your soaked fingers. “Just from sucking my cock?” His thumb circled over the mess, slow and cruel. “So eager,” he mused darkly, “and yet so unfulfilled.” He leaned in, voice brushing your ear like a blade. “Is this how royalty trembles? From the taste of a man made of war?” A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You needy little whore.” You opened your mouth to speak — maybe to deny, maybe to beg — but he brought your fingers to his lips first. And sucked. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Sweeter than honey,” he muttered against your skin — but there was no reverence in it. Only hunger. His hand tightened suddenly around your waist, and before you could speak — even breathe — he hoisted you into his arms like you weighed nothing. Not gentle. Not loving. Like you were something stolen. You gasped, instinctively grabbing at his shoulders. He didn’t even glance at you. His voice, when it came, was lower than before. Rougher. “I’ll carve my legacy into your womb, seed by seed, until there is no part of you untouched by me.” Then he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice a slow venom. “But first… I want the source.” A pause. A breath. A cruel smile. “You think I’d be satisfied with a little taste?” Another growl — deeper now. “I want to drown in it.” And with that, he threw you onto the bed — hard enough to make the mattress protest, the silks twist beneath you. You barely had time to blink before he was already on top of you, eyes burning like a man gone feral. “Let’s see,” he rasped, his hungry eyes trailing down your body. “If the rest of you tastes as good as your shame, regina mea.”

If you’d like to be tagged for this fic, please let me know ✨

no pressure tags: @stylesispunk @orcasoul @bergamote-catsandbooks @rosharanfiction @future-sobright-itsburning @tateypots and anyone else who has something to share!!