#wip post

[ren-054]

A dca crumb…….

[claymoreraymore]

So I’ve been watching arcane

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🕯️ i write best at 2am, in silence, with a candle burning and the ghost of my plot breathing down my neck 🕯️

not to be dramatic but… if the vibes aren’t unhinged and slightly haunted, i literally cannot write.

give me total darkness. the kind that makes your laptop glow like an ancient relic. give me a half-melted candle and a beverage i’ve already forgotten to drink. give me dead silence except for one creaky pipe somewhere deep in the walls. is the house alive? maybe. am i alive? unclear.

at 2am, everything hits different. suddenly the dialogue sounds profound. suddenly i care about the shape of every sentence. suddenly the side character with one line is spiraling about the moral consequences of violence and i’m like. yeah okay go off.

this is when the plot shows up like a sleep paralysis demon. not helpful. just looming. like “are you actually going to resolve that foreshadowing you dropped 40k words ago or should i start whispering again.”

normal brain hours? useless. my daytime brain wants snacks and pinterest and unrelated side quests. my 2am brain? feral. focused. haunted. she’s got blood under her fingernails and thirty tabs open about victorian funeral rites.

writing is a ritual. i’m not even kidding. if you’ve never lit a candle and whispered “please just let me get through this scene” like you’re bargaining with something ancient and unknowable, are you even a writer.

anyway. if you see me online at 2:17am, no you didn’t. i’m communing with my blorbos. i’m making plot decisions i won’t remember in the morning. i’m typing like a woman possessed. and i’m vibing.

here's a little excerpt from my WIP i'm working on. yes it's a romantasy, no it's not cheesy like fourth wing.

🕯️

[pastel-medic]

Feeling tired today so here's a sneak peak at Ludwig's revamp ref for now! ;v; art as I've said before will be slow this next two months so bear with me and thank you for your patience and support!

[local-denis]

Mmmmm Dusekkar wip

[gorybomb]

sips my orange juice

[mxwhore]

wip post?? wip post

[chibishortdeath]

MSPaint my beloved—

Obviously not a finished drawing, but eek! I’m so proud of it so far (*´꒳`*)!!!

[i-have-a-thing-for-brooms-too]

wip post

I like starting describing where characters are looking and what they are doing.

[ren-054]

Men other than Cole????????

[WIP] _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

[404skurta]

>Working hard or hardly working, yeah ?

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🕯️ if my WIP was a Pinterest board: it would be velvet, broken mirrors, and something whispering under the floorboards 🕯️

there’s a house. big. creaky. somewhere between “we inherited it from a distant aunt” and “the walls are hungry.” it’s got too many rooms and too few explanations. the floorboards shift when no one’s walking. the portraits blink when you’re not looking. and there’s a girl, maybe two, maybe one, maybe neither, living in it.

my wip feels like salt in the air and moths in your throat. like summer that overstays its welcome. it’s girls going missing and nobody saying their names out loud. it’s the sound of something soft dragging across the attic floor when you know no one’s up there.

this story tastes like iron and sea brine and secrets that rot.

it’s for the girls who keep journals with the pages torn out. for anyone who ever felt watched in an empty room. for the ones who touched something strange in the basement and didn’t tell anyone about it.

she lives in the walls. or under them. or maybe inside you, now that you’ve heard her name.

anyway. here's the moodboard:

velvet curtains that don’t move even when the window’s open

smeared lipstick on a porcelain doll no one owns

a locked door with no keyhole

salt rings on the floor. a warning, or a welcome.

antique portrait frames with the faces scraped out

old waterlogged diary pages that say things like don’t let her sing

no i will not be elaborating. yes i’m spiraling. thank you.

however, instead of a visual moodboard, here's a sneak peak of draft zero on my novella WIP, feel free to take a look at my writing.

[cokrouch]

im not good at making ref sheets for characters but due to @ghostcat404's ask I'll write a few things down

The sona is basically just me but I digress

Halo(sits on the back of the head as seen in the og, it's got 8 "spikes" kinda like a compass, glows a soft gold/yellow color)

antler halo/crown

Feathery "fur" on shoulders and back around wings(not in og, same color as wings)

3 sets of wings on back(as seen in the og)

2 sets on head where ears would be(optional and not in the og)

Ankle wings(optional again and also not on the og)

Tail(pale yellow same as everything else)

A bunch of eyes(optional again and also not on the og)

Burns on the legs that end at the knee(not shown in og art)

Top ssurgery scars(if drawing b4 earth form)

Red/auburn hair(kinda shown)

Faceless

Tatoo on left shin(moon and clouds)

The sona is 5'5(just like me)

You can play around with body types idrc(I'm 165lbs or ref. it's all thigh and ass tho and a little bit is tummy)

Outfit:

Black shirt(doesn't matter what type)

Black shorts

Gold "necklace" w/ purple gem

Gold shackle like bracelets around the wrists(both forms)

B4 outfit:

No shirt(as seen)

Silk "skirt"(idk what it's called tbh. It's a very pale yellow same as the wings)

Gold "necklace" w/ purple gem

Gold shackle like bracelets around the wrists(both forms)

This is all I can think of rn but I'll come back and update it in the morning

But all in all, as long as the main things stay(so that it's recognizable) idrc what you do with them

Really cringe gacha mock up cuz I can't draw 😔

b4 earth and after earth forms

[kitweewoos]

March 30th - April 5th

Send me a ✒️ and a wip title from below and I’ll write three sentences on that wip and you get the sentences

Send me a 🖌 with the above and I'll draw a little doodle to go with it!

You can also send me any questions you have about any of the fics listed below and I will be happy to share!!! :D

“melody and reed” - single dad Buck (Kinkley) 

“baby girl” - gotcha prompt smut (kinkley)

“interrupted” - gotcha prompt smut (kinkley)

“garden” - domestic fluff (Kinkley)

“party drugs” - Buck whump (one-sided Buddie)

“belladonna” - sex pollen, fuck or die smut (Kinkley)

“what isn’t real” - angry jealous!Hawkeye smut angst (Hunnihawk)

"detective" - one night stand au (Moustead)

“bucknapped” - Buck whump (Kinkley)

“in every universe” - parallel universe smut (Kinkley)

"daddy and the professor" - single dad Tommy/professor Buck (Kinkley)

"bathed" - omegaverse smut, Omega Dom!Mouse, Alpha Sub!Will (Other Moustead)

[spark-took-flight]

Backstories for Starscream

{This is going to be a very long and constantly building post. So, that being said, read more at your own caution.}

{In order of appearance:

Armada (Unicron Trilogy in General)

It all started with a bang. He was onlined to the sound of blasts that shook the facility he was in. A small moment allowed his processor to connect to the rest of his frame, before he was moving. He had awoken in a war that he was only made to be a foot soldier in. But he wasn't going to let this war end him. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He knew he wasn't meant to last more than a few battles.

He proved them wrong. He proved them all wrong.

He may have been constructed a soldier- a disposable tool- but his processor begged and ached for more. He wanted to be more. The more orders he took, the more designations he heard, the more he wanted and craved to be one of the known designations. The more he craved to be closer to their leader.

One victory turned to two. Two turned to ten. Ten turned to one hundred. This young soldier- constructed to die- had found secrets in his frame that had been long forgotten. He was able to hone skills that others of his frame type couldn't dream of achieving.

And he climbed.

He climbed the ranks.

He proved himself.

He made friends. Skywarp and Thundercracker were two flight frames- seekers- like him. He trained them. He fought with them. They were unstoppable. Two outliers and an incredibly intelligent air commander capable of leading the flying regiment to victory.

Of course, things couldn't last.

The battle of Iacon took Skywarp and Thundercracker from him, and he was suddenly alone. In his relatively short life of war, he'd only been happy in a few small, fleeting moments. And now it was gone. His loss only fueled him to push to become one of Megatron's most trusted. Unfortunately, this quick ascension to power put a target on his back. Including from their own leader.

Distrust blossomsed amongst the remaining Decepticon High Command, or what remained of it. Demolisher, Cyclonus, and Megatron were always at his throat, but he didn't waiver. He simply pressed on to prove himself as a worthy soldier, just as the rest of the command had proven themselves.

But, distrust could only foster paranoia and resentment. And these dark feelings led Megatron to set a trap for him. An attempt on his life. And suddenly, all of the hard work he'd ever done seemed to mean nothing. What had he worked for? A knife in the back? No! That wouldn't stand!

However, after more and more betrayal to both sides, he would eventually sacrifice his life to unite against a more terrifying cause...

Only to awaken his immortal spark to carry on again and again after death.

If only he could remember what he was there for...

Prime (Request Only)

A soldier from the beginning, Starscream was a mastermind of strategic combat. He began life as an escort jet, and transport for very small loads.

Once the war began, he quickly climbed to be an air commander, however, a catastrophic failure had him being

Cyberverse

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Earthspark

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TFOne

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