#wipwednesdays

[dreamplaygarden-otome]

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[kavvueh]

on GOD i am not making y'all wait another year for a chapter update!!!

[moriche]

WIP WEDNESDAY

It is wednesday my guys, gals and non-binary pals! First of all, a happy new year to everyone! I actually got a bit of writing done this week - hopefully I'll be able to treat everyone to a new chapter of Fear soon enough! I haven't really edited much yet, but I think I got the core of the transition scene finally done. Tagged by @sulphuricgrin @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter

And because I love seeing what everyone is up to and I like tagging folks: @thequeenofthewinter @truth-01001001-liar @pocket-vvardvark @illumiera @dei2dei @tafferling @unknownhomosapien @kat-tail @nyarevar @changelingsandothernonsense @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @oblivions-dawn @nuwanders @scorchedcandy @saltymaplesyrup @dirty-bosmer @ladytanithia @thenotebookwizard @tonakuma

If you want to get on or off Ms. Moriche's Wild Ride, please tag me or DM me and I'll make a note and add or remove you!

And also tagged are YOU! YES! YOU!

Ever since they’d left Balmora, every exchange between Veryn and Caius had been brief, each conversation carefully crafted to be as unoffensive as possible - and after five days of hiding behind a shield of measured politeness, Veryn could not stand it any longer. Caius’ quiet gaze lingered on his shoulders every night, as the spymaster silently studied the rites Veryn performed, challenging him, inviting him to speak up. “I threw my lot in with Azura,” Veryn said, wondering if this would bring him and Caius back at each others throat. “She’s supposed to care about Nerevar. After all, she cursed us Dunmer for his death. If I have to deal with her sooner or later, it might as well be sooner if she can save me from the madness of the Sixth House.” Did she curse the Three because they betrayed Nerevar? Or because they broke their oath to her? Caius nodded, too slow and too thoughtful and too unreadable. “I presume the Urshilaku Wise Woman taught you, then. Has it done you any good, so far?” How should he take Caius’ words? Were they meant as a genuine question? Were they a backhanded insult — an interpretation fueled by Veryn’s paranoia and distrust? He looked like hell and felt like it too, worn out by travel and worry, always on the move, never quite able to catch his breath. “Dagoth Ur hasn’t visited me since I started praying to Her.” Veryn traced the edge of the flat block of slate he’d used as a makeshift altar. “But apparently, sleeping better means that my body gets to catch up on my exhaustion of the past near decade. Besides, we’ll be at Mamaea tomorrow, and the nearer we get there, the worse I sleep. There’s something wrong about that place. That bone cavern I saw - the entire cave system reminds me of a long-dead corpse.” “It might be one.” Sharn had been watching them from near the campfire, her face cast aglow by the flickering flames. “It’s what people say about Necrom, the City of the Dead over on the Mainland. Mamaea might be another remnant of Vivec’s monstrous children, lost in the ash for millennia.”

[borutosdad]

happy hogmanay! today i'm sharing a seasonally appropriate section of my wip i'm proud of.

Q had once gone to Orkney for Hogmanay. Britain is not particularly large, and its weather is much more temperate than the continent, and it's generally just cold and wet, so the drastic nature of the temperature difference between even London and Inverness had taken him by surprise. The layers that had felt on the stuffy side of comfortable in London suddenly felt completely inadequate. He'd never been so aware of his knees in his life. He envied his sisters then, with the thick wool tights they had on underneath their long skirts. From Inverness they had taken an overnight boat to Kirkwall, which was a relatively smooth journey for the time of year. Standing on the stern of the boat, watching the way the wake of the boat sliced the velvet dark water open like a jacket zipper, Q had thought it could not possibly get colder or windier. His cheeks had felt raw and about to blister, stung by the speed of the air and the spray of salt water. His nose had been running since he'd stepped into the open air, mucus dripping down to his lip, protecting at least that small section of his face from the chill. Q now knew the meaning of 'dreich', a Scots word he'd thought he'd understood from his reading, but he had realised he'd been far from it. The clouds hung low in the sky, pale grey, like a pillow that was about to smother you. Between the cruel sky and the unforgiving sea, Q felt like he was being crushed. Was gravity different this far north? Q wanted to look it up, but the phone signal was so choppy it was impossible. They docked in Kirkwall as the sun was finally choked out by the ominous night, the six of them huddled with their suitcases, waiting at the wharf for the ferry that would take them around the north islands to Eday. Q had thought Kirkwall was bad. After a nauseatingly rough winter crossing, they'd docked at Eday and piled off with the two locals who disembarked with them. The locals were chatting with his parents, curious as to why the family was even there, as Q huddled with his sisters like penguins and tried not to shiver. Their contact had finally driven into the parking lot to pick them up, and they had to exit the covered waiting area to get into the car. Q had never felt wind like that. He was fairly tall, and exercised regularly, so he was a respectable ten stone. As he tried to walk out to the car, the wind hit him as if he'd tried to walk into the wall of a bouncy castle. It was thick, somehow, stiff and oppressive, the pillow an assassin holds over your face before they shoot you point blank. Q felt suffocated. He had to force himself to wade through it, like one would ford a river, his body slanting forward as he was compelled to become smaller to reduce wind drag. Three more steps and the wind had become so hostile that he felt like he was getting pushed back every time he lifted his foot and lessened his grip on the ground. He thought that if he lost concentration for a moment he would be lifted up and blown away, a kite let loose from a toddler's hand, lost to the sea only to turn up, blue and frozen to death, on a beach in Norway. The weightlessness made him feel truly small, insignificant, an ant on the face of the world, completely irrelevant in the grand cosmic plan. This was what philosophers called the sublime. Being enveloped in such unstoppable power was terrifying and exhilarating in turn. Q felt that way with Bond. He'd stepped out from his barren shelter and accepted another into his life, and James was now threatening to pick him up and fly away with him. Q hadn't realised that his windows and doors had been rattling, but now he'd gone out and the sound was deafening. It was taking everything in him to hold himself down, to stay in the mud and grass and frost. The sheer force of James' focus, his desire, his hope, and his faith felt as inevitable as the tides of the North Sea slowly eroding the cliffs.

[greyeisacreativecolor]

I don't think that Bette or Luke get enough attention amongst the batfamily

[crochetmelovely]

It's #wipwednesday! What are you working on this week? 😃😊👏 

Next premium cowl pattern coming soon! It's so pretty and delicate! 😍 

Link to my blog/website: https://crochetml.com/

https://crochetml.com/free-crochet-patterns/

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[heongaiden]

INKTOBER - DAY 18 - Sling

Had another work this week but at least had a cool fun time spending on this one in my spare time for Earthbound Fans out there.

Ness and Paula - encountering somehting out there......

-----SKETCH before INK

See ya around again folks....maybe in a long month after October.....

10/18/2019

[dreadart]

Here is a lil #loki action for #wipwednesday ! Finishing up this awesome commission, and I’ll share the full piece if I get permission! 🖤🖤🖤 #loki #lokifanart #lokifanarts #lokifanfic #lokifanfiction #lokifandom #lokifans #lokifangirl #lokifangirls #lokiinlove #lokilove #loveloki #lokilover #lokilovers #wipwednesdays #lokiart #lokiartwork #fanficillustration #lokiisalive #lokimarvel #lokiofasgard #marvelfanart #marvelfanarts #lokiisthebest #lokiismyking #wipwed #wipart #wipartwork https://www.instagram.com/p/B2AlNDnj_U2/?igshid=vavwcw9b485s