#wip: double O

[writingingraves]

IRIS - First "Official" Illustration (accompanied by a Double O. parallel illustration.) Older piece.

Characters featured are: Sam and Iris from IRIS' L WIP; Andría and Olive from Double O. WIP.

|| Piece Title: Slow Down ||

*DETAILS FROM THIS PIECE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE

Work on IRIS the remaster has officially began! Content is shown on the B/T community first.

IRIS' L. is the placeholder title for a future book: a portal fantasy, whimsical story with teen drama, mystery, venturing and body horror.

As well as Double O. - placeholder title for a future book within the same series: a portal fantasy, high fantasy, whimsical adventure story with sibling dynamics; humour; epic fights; body horror and attempted heroism.

[writingingraves]

Me when I remaster the CnD Tetralogy.

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

[burning-spyce]

I won’t be posting digital for a while because my tablet broke ❕❕💔

So here’s a wip before I had made more progress on the comic !! 💦 I don’t know if my progress will be lost. 😭

I might just post traditional concepts I had stored soon. (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

[crochetfroggy]

gay ass frog n his gayass cat

[wardingshout]

these have been collecting dust in my drafts for years at this point but idk have them

[writingingraves]

Whichever story of mine would be adapted the episode titles would be the chapter titles.

Or more important chapter titles, depending on the number of episodes given.

In cases where there are no titles, like it'll be with Double O. from my B\T WIP :

Discovery

Another Adventurer

The Mundane Near Death Situations

Personality Clashes

Magic Clashes

The Cow Incident

Episodic Adventures Put On Pause

Trauma Birthed Side Quests

Him

Moving On/Broken Cycle

(Nowadays, shows based on books are 98% live action and live action usually gets nearly 1 hour long 8-10 episodes)

Let’s pretend your story has just been turned into a one-season long TV show. What are the episode titles?

[sirbird]

Don’t ask me about to logistics of her being able to breathe underwater….merman magic

[tennessoui]

Wait, there are people who LIKE WIPs? Mind officially blown. O_o

yeah idk maybe just consider that all your favorite fics were wips at one point and one writer liked it enough to spend hours turning that wip into a finished fic and I doubt they were writing just to write an ending

like that fic did not emerge fully formed as a multi chapter novel length anon divergent masterpiece on ao3 one day!!! even if a fic is all posted at once, ONE person knew it and loved it as a wip or it never would have been posted at all!!!

like come on!!! think about fic writers as people who are experiencing their wip more than you ever will no matter how many times you read it and I promise the concept of liking a wip will NOT blow your mind

[heavenfell-au]

Guess who in 2025 is starting over this old 2016 project ??

Yeah, it's me.

Here, have a less crappy sketchy version of this crappy sketchy storbyboard thingy.

Guess who’s preparing an animation about Heavenfell ?

Yes, it’s me.

Here, have the crappy sketchy storbyboard thingy.

[starlos-soulmate]

Sup, I'm Pancake!! <3

Strawpage | comms open!! x | side blog |

Self shipper | 22 | she/it/they | cishet ace

◇ I like cryptids, bugs, sharks, space, aliens, and horror

◇ I love Undertale/Deltarune, Portal 2, Webfishing, OFF, FNaF, Cult of the Lamb, Silent Hill 2, In Stars and Time, Night in the Woods

◇ You can also call me Jack, Bug, or Bubblegum

◇ DO NOT REPOST MY ART ◇

◇ Hard block to break mutuals

◇ Discord is theundeadpancake

Main F/O:

☆ Starlo ☆ (Undertale Yellow) (tags: 🌵💫, starcake, rotten jack)

I am VERY uncomfortable sharing him. He is my soulmate, the light of my life. I freaking ADORE him, so if you self ship with him, kindly block me

Other F/Os:

♡ Spamton [Deltarune] [tag: spamton <3]

♡ Arthur Kingsmen [Mystery Skulls Animated] [tag: arthur kingsmen <3]

♡ Wheatley [Portal 2] [tag: wheatley <3]

♡ Springtrap [FNaF 3] [tag: 💀]

♡ Skittles [Leave Death to the Professionals] [OC F/O] [tags: skittles, pancake and skittles]

♡ No Significant Harassment (aka Sig) [Rain World] [tag: 🍉💿]

◇ ENA [ENA Dream BBQ] [tag: ena 🥩] (platonic)

Crush list

Extra stuff under cut

Don't really have a DNI outside of pr/shippers, usual dni, and self ship doubles of Starlo DNI. I block as I please. Art credit: top image @/bunbunsheart2, middle image below @/cutestknife, blinkies @/randyjadekisser @/radiotrophicfungi

frozenhi-chews -> starlos-soulmate

Tags I use:

#the cake doth speak - my rambling tag

#pancake aesthetic - stuff that relates to my self insert and main sona, Pancake

#self ship stuff - self ship stuff i reblog or make, etc. Easily what it is on the tin

#leave death to the professionals - the universe where Pancake and Skittles reside. It's a self insert story I made for myself to be self indulgent. You ask about this story, I won't shut yp

#cake asks - any asks I answer

#🥞 cake art - my art!!

#🥞cake wips - wips of my art

[shouyuus]

can i be nosy and ask your vi wips 👁👁

ahhh there's a... a lot LOL so. uh. just -- let's... go? let's GO? i did a poll recently to see what ppl would be interested in seeing posted first; and then obviously i posted the thing that ppl were LEAST interested in seeing bc i am a #Rebel (mom, it's nOT a pHase) sldkfjds but i can break my wips down into three categories: "i actually have something written", "these r just ideas floating in the ether", and "this is an ask i got that i want to expound upon" so here we go: (things in bold are working titles!)

"i actually have something written":

bunny: in which vi goes to babette's and finds her childhood friend there; light angst and smut ensues (this is the one im working on most "consistently" right now)

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful: drabble in which reader calls vi beautiful

take a pic: reader thirsting over vi's back (this comes from a few asks actually)

"these r just ideas":

nepobaby/inventor!reader x vi -- in which vi gets roped into showing reader around the undercity and quickly realizes that you're way more than meets the eye

mage!reader who's being used by the piltover council for her powers over the arcane (that to the best of their knowledge doesn't have a repercussion; i mean other than the fact that it causes her pAIN) and vi's assigned as her enforcer "watcher"/guard; dark, stockholm syndrome, power dynamics, vi being conflicted about the blatant abuse of power at play in piltover

vi having sensitive nipples

vi having a thing for your neck

vi teaching you self defense

vi with a kinda exhibitionist thing

slow hands: vi realizing u have a hand/arm/shoulder kink

you're the first good thing vi gets stuck on: fluff and angst kinda

highschool!au where u and vi meet in detention (??? question as to whether or not i'll actually write this LOL)

"this is an ask/req that i got": (these are just things i have in my askbox i find interesting, i might or might not write all of them!!)

xmas decorating w/ vi

jealous, one two three: vi fucking the jealousy out of childhood friend!reader

eating vi out as she deserves

vi sleeps in nothing but boxer shorts (this is the shirtless sleeper vi anon pls everyone send ur praises)

slow sex w/ strap!vi

vi getting addicted to making u squirt after discovering ur a squirter

morning sex w vi

subtop!vi w older reader

hugs n kisses w/ vi

vi being into hyperfemme women who might leave her for a man (based off of a few tiktoks lol)

double ended dildo w/ vi

desperate, needy (jailhouse?) sex w/ vi

wife!vi hcs

barista!vi and tattoo artist!reader ("tell me, pretty, how many espressos will it take to pay for this ink?" "how about you just take me out on a proper date instead?")

being vi's prison wife (i had to look up what prison wife meant yall)

pulling on vi's grown out hair from s2

vi with an s/o who's quiet during sex

vi getting jealous of ppl staring at your at your workplace and fucking it outta you later

college roommate!vi x thigh riding

vi's different laughs

college rommate!vi reacting to reader getting drunk and flirting with another girl in front of her

toys that vi would use (besides a strap)

reader saying something wild during an argument and short circuiting vi's brain

more college roommate!vi (lmfao yall pls)

reader meeting college roommate!vi's fam

how vi college roommate!vi would react to someone being an asshole to reader

reader getting quiet/colder after college roommate!vi brings home another girl hookup

sitting on top of college roommate!vi when she's lifting (based off a twitter fanart)

college roommate!vi teaching you how to vape

admiring college roommate!vi's back tattoo, and then realizing she's got no shirt on actually (this might be meshed with the take a pic drabble above)

how vi would react if you had an audition tomorrow

ANDDD THAT'S IT FOR NOW. holy shit LOL i didn't realize how many there were until i listed them all out like that

thankfully a lot of the asks are just gonna be like shorter headcanons, but i do wanna write a few longer pieces for some of them as well :)

[hadrassians]

is this anything. idk

thinking abt making another sidestep that leans into the fanclub aspect more? like an anarchist twitch streamer. ​camera motifs on the costume and such etc etc

[writerspirit]

Dance With Me, My Melancholy Baby

Pairing(s): Avis Amberg x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Both you and Avis have a long day.

Themes/Warnings: 18+, implied smut, fluff, angst, sad/anxious reader and Avis

A/N: I thought I’d try writing comforting Avis and Y/n. The title is inspired by Ella Fitzgerald’s My Melancholy Baby. Thank you, @delusionalforolderwomen for reading first! Working on other wips for now. Enjoy!

WC: 1.84k

Taglist: @live-laugh-love-lupone @lalchimiedecupid

— — — —

Music sings through the radio. The melodic rhythm of the song gently wakes you from your slumber. Light beams in through the curtains, splaying its warmth upon your face.

A chuckle beside you prompts you to open your eyes. A reflection of the brightness from the light, Avis’ lively brown orbs take in your sleepy ones.

“You’re radiant in the morning, dear.”

Your eyes scan her features—her wild curls, her bare face. The sunlight spotlighting her features as though she is an art piece, and you are the historian, inspecting each of her features through your microscopic orbs.

“Only in the morning?” Your voice raspy with exhaustion hits Avis’ ears like fresh morning dew against a dry freshly-cut lawn.

She leans down, placing a few gentle kisses against your chest, still barren from the activities of the night prior. Her lips send shivers down your spine, tickling the sensitive skin.

“Good morning, Avis.” A stifled giggle leaves your lips.

Her lips, unrelenting, continue their adventure down your body. Giggles are exchanged between you. Every kiss sends tingles through your body.

Your hands bring themselves to her cheeks. Your thumbs feel over her skin, as if trying to memorize each and every pore across her flesh.

“Was last night not enough?” 

“With you, dear, it’s never enough.” Her words spill sweetly from her lips. A complete contrast to the harsh dominance of her words last night.

Her lips come to a patch of swollen, bruised skin. A small groan is heard from you. “Did I go too hard last night?”

You giggle. “I’m not complaining. Although, Ellen might when I show up doubled-over in pain for my screen test later on.”

You feel Avis’ smile against your skin. She lightly nibbles at you. “What can I say, dear? I like others to see what’s mine.”

You giggle. “The makeup artist is going to have to cover my whole body with how wild you were last night.”

Avis pulls herself up next to you. Her elbow holds her up to see you. “Can you blame me? You looked ravishing in that dress. It’s a wonder you were in it for as long as you were.”

You pull her in for a kiss. One not of desperation, nor need. A right, morning kiss to start the day. Surrendering under your touch, Avis lets out a soft moan. Her tongue lightly swipes across your lips, asking for entrance.

You part your lips, immediately feeling her tongue’s exploration of your mouth. Her hands find themselves at either side of your head, steadying her from falling on top of you. Avis parts from you, earning a sigh.

“Are you hungry, darling?”

“You can say that.” Your cheeky grin shines through. Your hand makes a slow trail down Avis’ body. Your journey ends when your hand grazes her front, stopping before she can feel you where she wants you most.

“Darling, teasing won’t be wise for you,” she growls. Her lips hover over your ears. “It’d be a shame for me to have to punish you so early in the morning.”

You whine. “Avis…”

“What, darling? Too much already?”

“You and I both know that once we get started, that’s all we’ll do today. I really need to be ready for the screen test later.”

Avis scoffs. “You are prepared for it. You and Ellen have been going over the lines for days. I’ve even heard a little of it from her office. You’re golden.”

“Even so,” you place a peck on her lips. “Your confidence in my abilities doesn’t hold a candle to my belief in my own self-sabotage.”

Avis’ smile falls into a slight frown. “Why are you being so cynical about this? You’ve had screen tests before, and each time you’ve been a dream.”

“And how many of those screen tests led to the role I’ve aimed for?”

Avis quiets, succumbing to the heft of the reality of your circumstances. She shifts in discomfort.

“There have been whispers, Avis. Whispers of me. Who I am. What I am.”

Avis gasps. Lowly, yet loud enough that your heart breaks in defeat. Your shoulders slump, along with your face as the weight of your anxiety takes over.

Avis’ hands reach for you, pulling you into her lap. You don’t fight her, as you know if you did, you’d likely lose. Your head lay on her chest, while her hand strokes your hair. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” your voice breaks, along with the dam you’d held up for the past few weeks. “I really, really want this, Avis.”

There’s a quietness that fills the room, both you and Avis being shaken up. And in a moment, a sniffle is heard from the older woman. Another moment passes, and again, a sniffle is heard by her. The hand smoothing your hair comes up to her face, wiping away the tears that have escaped her.

“Why don’t you go get ready for the day? I’ll be sure to have breakfast here for you when you’re freshened and ready for the day.”

You nod, slipping from her grasp. You grab the bed sheet and wrap it around your body. “You won’t be here after I shower?”

“I should be heading out myself. I have a long day ahead.”

You nod, almost unnoticed by Avis.

“Will I see you later?”

“Maybe,” you utter, disappointment seeping through you.

Not unnoticed by Avis, her heart breaks for you. Frustration and worry fills her, as she hasn’t heard any of these whispers you speak of. 

How could she not have? Avis Amberg has eyes and ears all over the studio, so how could she not have heard about this? More importantly, how could she not recognize the worry from you? The woman who knew your body like the back of her hand—your tells, every blemish, freckle, birthmark—why hadn’t she suspected anything?

“Well, go get together, doll.” Avis walks over to you, placing a small kiss on your lips before starting to gather her items.

— — — —

“Ellen, hello.” Avis sets herself next to the older woman. Both ladies look at you getting ready for your screen test. Straightening your dress, which you’ve done a few times already, you feel the clam of your hands. Worried that you may have spread your sweat through your dress, you curse under your breath.

Avis feels your anxiety radiating off of you, now mixing with her own. The energy goes noticed by Ellen, who reads over Avis’ unusual demeanor.

Ever the polite woman, Ellen sends her a kind smile. “Avis, dear, how are you?”

Avis smiles, unable to speak due to the sudden restriction of her throat catching.

“She’s ready for this. Right?” Avis’ eyes turn to Ellen, who immediately sees the water coating her friend’s eyes.

Ellen gives her a gentle nod. “She is.”

“She needs this.” Desperation seeps through her words. “I don’t know if she’ll survive this industry if she doesn’t get it.”

Ellen brings a gentle hand to Avis’ shoulder, giving a squeeze. “She’s an overcomer. I’m sure she’ll get the opportunity she deserves. I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t feel the same.”

— — — —

Avis sits at her desk, reading through a script for a possible film. A knock takes her out of her focus. “Come in.”

You walk in, the morning’s gloom still prominent in the hesitance of your actions. “Am I disrupting work?”

Avis sighs. “I surely hope so,” she quips. “This script is nothing short of garbage. This day has exhausted my patience.” She rises from her chair, and moves to meet you at the door.

“Come in, dear. Don’t be shy.”

You close the door behind you. Arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against her. The warmth of her breath causes hairs on the back of your neck to rise. Her lips press softly against your skin.

“How was your day?”

You slowly turn in her arms, now facing her. Rather than an answer, you look down, lowering your head. Your arms run up and down her arms that hold you.

“No, I haven’t heard anything regarding your screen test,” her words are cutting, but you understand that Avis has trouble separating the boss and lover roles at times. “I know your mind is set on it right now.”

“I think I did good. They were smiling before I was excused.”

She gives you a smile. “Good, dollface. That’s good.”

You faux a grin that not even you would buy. Avis places a kiss to your temple, and unwraps her arms around you, making you sigh. She makes her way to her desk, pulling together the loose papers and stacking them.

“Have you eaten lunch?”

You shake your head, expecting a scoff from the woman. On the contrary, her face lights up with excitement. “Well then, why don’t we get a bite down at the café? You can tell me all about it.”

“Work,” you mumble.

“Can hold off for a while. I deserve a break too. What do you say?”

You nod, earning a smile from her. 

— — — —

Avis stares in awestruck at you going on about your day with every detail you can spare. As if your words are a cliff, and her heart is holding on, she never wants to let go. 

Suddenly, Avis’ face gets flushed with the realization—she never wants to let go. 

Oh dear.

She clears her throat with a sip of her cocktail. “You’ve hardly touched your food, dear. It’s going to get cold with your rambling.” 

— — — —

The day’s events suddenly wash away for the time being, awaiting your attention tomorrow. And again, a melody sings from the radio—a love song—as if just for you and Avis. 

Avis lay on the couch, a cigarette between two fingers, and a martini glass in her other hand. She watches as you dance along to the music. Like prey to her eyes, she can’t help but gawk at the scene in front of her, playing for her and her alone.

“Dance with me?” Your hands reach for her. Her eyes taking in every inch of you, raking up and down your figure, she sits back weighing her options of either enjoying your performance from a far, or feeling you under her touch. “Please, Avis? Dance with me as if the world was watching.”

She stalks over to you, making sure to take her time in her efforts, hoping not to disregard a second of this. Getting closer, she reaches out for you, gently placing her hands on your waist.

“I lead, darling.” Her words are commanding, yet soft. An opposite of her usual dominant tone. The corner of her mouth quirked. “When we dance, I lead.”

You comply, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, placing your hand on her back. Your other hand finds hers, which she brings closely to her chest. She places a kiss to your lips before your bodies start to slowly sway with the music.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Avis.”

[miupow]

𝑴𝑰𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑾’𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻

OCT. 1 , 2024 — OCT. 31 , 2024

since i have a very busy work life, and that i already am working on so many wips, i didn’t want to saddle myself with 31 fics like a usual kinktober. but i still wanted to do something fun for my favorite time of the year, so this is my spooky week event!

i’ll be doing five smutty fics for five weeks of spooky season! below i’ve listened four different kinks for each week; i will be taking five requests from mutuals or anons to pick three of these four kinks and a member of either txt or stray kids, and then i will be writing and releasing them on a week by week basis!

requests for the event spots are closed. the event begins with the first pic released on october first.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 ;

WEEK ONE — virginity loss • dry humping • double penetration • breath play

WEEK TWO — hate sex • spit roasting • bondage • anal

WEEK THREE — femdom and/or pegging • exhibitionism • mask kink • cuckolding

WEEK FOUR — cnc • gangbang • sensory deprivation • roleplay/costumes

WEEK FIVE — free use • impregnation • a/b/o • pet play

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ;

• virginity loss , dry humping , and breath play with changbin !

first time with your new boyfriend !

• hate sex , spitroasting , and anal with yeonjun and huening kai !

ideas coming soon…

• femdom , pegging , and exhibitionism with beomgyu!

ideas coming soon…

• cnc , sensory deprivation, and roleplay with seungmin !

cnc roleplay / husband!seungmin roleplays as a robber ?

• free use , impregnation , and a/b/o with soobin !

ideas coming soon …

[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 13/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

PART THIRTEEN

                “Right. Fine. Don’t tell me.”

                “What did I say?” Maverick asks, and Jake stomps forward, the crust of ice on the snow breaking beneath his boots in a satisfying crunch.

                “Now really isn’t the time,” Jake mutters, because it isn’t, doesn’t think there will ever be a time.

                “You have another topic of conversation? The weather maybe?”

                “How about whatever plan you’ve got?”

                “Well. That’s easy. Get to the base and figure out what resources we might have available to us and then go from there.”

                “Great, we’re going to wing it,” Jake grumbles, continues to stomp because at least that is a satisfying outlet for his frustration.

                “Well. If you have a better idea I’d love to hear it.”

                Jake doesn’t even bother to look in his direction or give him an answer, lets him take point as they get closer to the ridge line, needing to crouch to ensure they remain under cover and unobserved. Jake really doesn’t have any ideas, is now lying on the snow as Maverick looks through his scope at the remaining intact hangars. He passes the scope to Jake and he has a look and –

                “You cannot be serious. An F-14?”

                “I shot down three MIGs in one of those.”

                “That was over thirty years ago. You’re assuming it can still fly.”

                “Only one way to find out…”

                Then Maverick is scrambling down the hill and Jake has to move double-time to catch up, swearing under his breath as he goes. Then they’re hustling across the busted-up runway and Jake eyes it dubiously. If, and it’s a big fucking if, the F-14 is able to get started, there’s nowhere for it to takeoff. God he’s an idiot, disobeying a direct order to cover a certifiable idiot. A skilled and talented idiot, but still a fucking idiot.

                He listens as Maverick gives him instructions; they’re simple enough. Maverick doesn’t seem to think the lack of runway is an issue and Jake doesn’t have any better ideas, and he sure as fuck can’t fly an F-14, so maybe Maverick knows something he doesn’t know. Then he’s hoisting himself into the backseat, not one he’s familiar with in his current range of aircraft, but this one is…

                “Wow this is old…”

                Maverick doesn’t say anything, and Jake supposes there’s nothing to say, because Jake was just stating fact. Then he spies the wings coming out and he tilts his head so he can maybe try and see what it is that Maverick can see that makes him think that that a good idea right now.

                “Uh. Sir? This is a taxiway…”

                “I’m aware lieutenant. Just… hold on.”

                “Oh fuck…” Jake whispers and tightens the straps a little more.

                Then they’re airborne, although they definitely hit something on the way but he’s still too shocked to think about what. They’re airborne. He turns his ESAT on, wonders if it’s even still working, but surely they’re tested to endure harder falls then what he’s experienced so far. He asks Maverick for some guidance and he’s as useful as fucking Jake, though at least the man can fly an F-14, so he does have that going for him.

                “So. Is now a good time?”

                “A good time for what?” Jake asks, his fingers flipping the breakers randomly as his eyes scan the skies and the dark screen in front of him, waiting for a sign of life in either direction.

                “To talk about Bradley.”

                “There’s nothing to talk about. Sir.”

                “Yes. So you said. I just… I need to ask. What kind of –”

                “Maverick. Tally two. Five o’clock below.”

                Time becomes weird, he’s following Maverick’s instructions to fucking wave at enemy fighter pilots and he already though he was going to die once today. He supposes the day isn’t over so he still has plenty of time. Then Maverick is pulling back, hard and sharp and Jake had no fucking clue that the F-14 was capable of being this… agile. Then he remembers Maverick’s mantra; it’s not the plane, it’s the pilot. Well. He guesses he has to be grateful that he’s a passenger right now, because Maverick is nothing if not persistent.

FOURTEEN

[writingingraves]

BAD TOKENS is a fantastical project consisting of multiple creative works and stories, told through various artistic mediums: writing -> prose = books (the Standalone Tetralogy, B.T's 1st story); visual art -> webcomics (a Tetralogy's Volume's Spinoff Prequels: H.D + AE) & a print comic (another new B.T story); video/physical game -> (battle) card game (the GFUG story, B.T's 2nd story) ; audio-visual -> musical (some other new B.T story); streaming -> vtubing /larping (the final B.T story). Huge project.

Uhm... anyone interested in this silly little thing?

"Hear ye'! Hear ye'! A number of flawed individuals possess tools with dangerous power - and mysterious, godlike beings want to erase them for it. Is it because those beings sense corpses in these individuals' stead?" (A pitch for ya', dear folks).

I thought a community would be a good spot to have all stuff related to B\T (WIPs) in one place.

As to not scroll and scroll after it. Also, the Masterpost only has relevant stuff on it, not everything related to these WIPs. Unlike there.

You can learn more about B\T there or in here: