#wip: nt

[sungbeam]

I FINSIHED IT I FUCKING FINISHED IT NIGHT TERRORS WILL BE OUT SOMETIME IN THE NEXT COUPLE DAYS IT IS A WHOPPING 47K WORDS PLS LOVE IT THANKS GOOD NIGHT

[boleynqueenes]

WIP ask meme: drop these in your local fanfic author’s askbox!

🎭 post 1-2 lines from a dramatic scene

🗑️ post 1-2 lines from an unposted draft

🤓 post a research fact you read during notetaking

⭐️ post a fancast for one of your characters (bonus: say which character)

📸 post a reaction gif to match an excerpt (bonus: provide the excerpt)

💕 post a fic rec

🥸 post a scene from ‘canon’ you hated

✍️ post one of your favorite reviews

😳 post a scene that gave you second hand embarrassment for the character

😏 post a scene where a character is smug (bonus: provide the character)

🫶YOU (the asker) say something about their WIP which you love

👉 YOU (the author) say something about your WIP which you love

💖 YOU (the asker) say what your favorite chapter of the WIP is (bonus: and why)

💐 YOU (the author) say what YOUR favorite chapter of the WIP is

🎥 YOU (the asker) copy and paste a scene excerpt, and ask for the bts commentary (bonus: asking specific ‘interview’ questions)

🖤 YOU (the asker) reveal the moment you first became ‘hooked’ on the WIP

🧠 YOU (the writer): share your bibliography (if you have one!)

⚡️ 1-2 lines of a scene mentioning the weather

🎨 1-2 lines of a scene where the scene is set

[reijndeers]

starboy animation wip 🌟

never animated before forgive me 😭

[kittyblossombunnyhybrid]

It's been a while since I've even laid a finger on this drawing but it's almost done.

[sungbeam]

the plan.... it's working \O/

(listen 😭 i needed u to suffer w me so i can trudge thru the rest of this fic 💔)

currently beta reading for @sungbeam and ITS NOT FAIR she’s making me feel all giddy and shit for JI CHANGMIN ITS NOT FAIR

[enigma-the-mysterious]

WIP Wednesday: 12/9/24

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@zyrafowe-sny @violet-prism-creatively

What is he like? he wished to ask her.

Did his smile crinkle his eyes? Did his laughter boom like a thunderclap? Did he always side with the little girls in a game? Did his lips curl into a fond smile when speaking with children? Did his enthusiasm for food sometimes make him forget the etiquettes of eating? Did he rub a hand on his chest to soothe himself when distressed? Did his eyes turn impossibly big when he was confused? Was there a sweet furrow between his brows whenever he frowned?

Had he always been a good liar?

Rich words from you.

@kallisto-k @post-and-out @eriquin @lizhly

For Bheem, after everything, after the blood and the pain and the rebellion, there was only numbness. It was almost blissful. Almost.

The soldiers left him mostly alone. Few spoke to him, opting to communicate in only sneers and snarls, and fewer still acknowledged him.

He did not know how much time passed between his public flogging (at his hands, oh Baradeo, at his hands…) and Scott Buxton's next visit to his cell but he could barely hold up his head or move without his stomach churning horribly, so he figured it must not have been long after all.

Scott Buxton came and he stood before his cell, his eyes thunderous and his lips displeased. He glared at Bheem for a long time before he began to bark commands in English. Even though Bheem did not understand a single word, he knew that he was the subject of his irate rant.

And then his loyal hound spoke up.

He stood ramrod straight and spoke in English, his voice sharp, eager to please, eager to obey.

A pause and then he suddenly switched to Telugu.

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@adhdavinci @auburnlaughter @skarabrae-stone

The weight on his shoulder felt both foreign and familiar, right and wrong, comforting and crushing.

("My legs are about to fall off," Akhtar whined. "Carry me a little longer.")

Ram carried him across the platform, past the rioting mob. Tried not to look at the blood drenching his once pristine white dhoti red. Tried not to think about how horribly his legs had been shaking from the strain of the wooden block hanging from them.

Tried not to wonder if he would ever walk again.

("Why did you dance so much if you were in so much pain?" Ram scolded him, although there was no anger in his voice, only an exasperated fondness.)

You were in so much pain. Why didn't you kneel? Why didn't you let me end this?

("I don't know, bhaiyya," Akhtar mused softly. "When you looked at me like that…. I just felt like competing with you."

Ram laughed.)

Ram furiously held back the tears.

Not here, not now.

@wizisbored @kalira @aparticularbandit @stonemaskedtaliesin @asha10100101010

I didn't realise Inspired was almost finished before I included it among that week's WIPs. So I am not putting out any lines here, just the news that I will be posting it shortly after I am done editing it. Thank you to everyone who asked for it :D

@somefishycat @sourb0i

He kneaded the pillow over the gouged out flesh. A dull ache reverberated through his chest.

Good. Good. That felt so good.

He kept at it till the pain overwhelmed his senses and blacked out his vision.

[uraniumraptor]

More Nuclear Throne fanart in the works. With little guys!!

[neuerstalgia]

🎂 ALLES GUTE, THOMAS! 🎂

it's the "raumdeuter" müller's 35th birthday! i'm cooking a little fanart which i'm gonna drop here later, here's some concept doodles from my sketchbook 😁

[blaaaaask]

I have hurt my back/shoulder twice in the past two weeks rendering me useless. Apparently sleep is something only the masters can do properly.

But, during my not dead times, I have been working on this silly little inky format of the Dissidia NT version of Sephiroth's 'Safer' form.

I actually felt quite inspired by the game Pentiment, which uses this really fun medieval art technique. It made me think 'what if I could replicate that with FF7 stuff?' Haha, so here we are!

Just a little WIP, not sure what else I might do here.

[tinyghostvirus]

Being in your late twenties doesn't mean you can pull all nighters without consequences, go to sleep Yuu (before the eyebags become eyesacks)

[sungbeam]

if night terrors was 50k... how big a fit would tumblr throw...

[boleynqueenes]

"He thinks on the fragile youth of the Princess, and her even younger brother, secreted away in Lincolnshire, and the barren Queen. He does not believe the answer to that riddle equals anything approaching peace, nor does his family, to judge by their toast of him, once they received confirmation that one Boleyn and one Howard served as governess in the household of each…" — Chapter 28  of Nowe Thus

[fernandesart]

YangYang WIP🦋

[reijndeers]

added to the wip (thank you @ballsbalb 🫶)

[momosane]

Nico Williams WIP + Lamine Yamal chibi

[enigma-the-mysterious]

WIP Wednesday 9/10/24: All progress

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@zyrafowe-sny @eriquin

Losing the young Gond from the revolutionary meeting was a huge blunder. The man has proven elusive ever since and all my other leads have been dead ends. Captain Greene expects an update report within the next 48 hours and I am no closer to the Gond Shepherd today than I had been weeks ago. This morning, I even lost Lacchu's sketch that I had been carrying. A careless mistake!

What was he thinking again?

@whimsicalmeerkat @kallisto-k @quietly-sleeping @adhdavinci @stonemaskedtaliesin

"Raju!"

"And ask yourself." The whispered words poured into his ear like acid eating away at his skin. "Where does it end?"

"It has," he said, and was that the acrid taste of venom on his tongue? "Hasn't it?"

"It has barely begun." Blood. Blood. Blood. And thorns.

"What?"

At the end, it was not the noose snaking over his neck that ended him. It was the water storming around him.

"Raju!"

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@aparticularbandit @lizhly @sourb0i @asha10100101010

Kneel. Kneel. All he had to do was make Bheem kneel and then it would be over. The torture would end, their bloodlust would be sated. Ram had the power, he could end this. He could make this swift and relatively bloodless. Bheem need not suffer any more than he absolutely had to.

(But did he have to at all?)

"Kneel down."

Nothing. Bheem said nothing, Bheem did nothing. Not so much as a muscle in his body twitched. He simply stared ahead, somewhere into the crowd, the rage in his eyes as quiet as a brewing thunderstorm.

@wizisbored

They came for him before the first light of dawn had touched the sky. His wounds burned harsh, and his heart burned harsher. But there was no respite, not for him, not now, maybe not ever.

@post-and-out @kalira @auburnlaughter @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

A breath. A second. Another.

The nausea in his gut roiled, the sensation greeting him like an old friend. He turned, his movements lethargic, his limbs weighed down by invisible leads. He faced the edge just in time to taste the acid at the back of his throat before the bitter contents gushed past his lips. There was not much to be thrown up, save for a mouthful of pale yellow fluids. Ram could barely remember the last full meal he has had since… since…

("Stop eating! Leave now.")

Another bout of dry retching, and he was left with burning lungs and tender muscles.

He scratched his palm. The wounds had long stopped bleeding, the healing evident in the crusted blood and the dull scabs over the splits. Ram sighed. Disappointment, another one of his old friends.