#wip: ties that bind

[chrismerle]

2. 🛏️ BED: What do your OCs dream about?

(le meme)

Shai is still very Failbetter-y, for as much as they're largely an original fiction character now, so a lot of their dreams are supernatural, depending on what world they're in at any given moment. They suspect their dreams are why their appearance has gradually changed, and they sort of morbidly want to track how far it goes. However, they also get about 8 hours of sleep in a week because they also frequently dream about going home and they collect stimulants. They don't want to go home.

Ash dreams of his dad. Mostly his dad's shadow, flying overhead.

Amity, Saoirse, Roman, and Garen all have almost methodically average dreams. Saoirse makes potions to guarantee it, because otherwise what goes on in Roman's head in endless screaming and he wakes up the whole house, and it seemed rude to not let everyone else have benignly pleasant dreams.

Adrian dreams of the sea. Sometimes this is good. Sometimes it's bad. Edge dreams of fire and of his family; these things are related more often than he would like them to be. And occasionally, rather than dreaming, he just talks to Eigengrau. Or talks at Eigengrau. Eigengrau doesn't speak if Eigengrau has nothing to say.

this isn't all of my OCs obviously, but that would take a while so I just picked a handful of them.

[sentient-stove]

grinding my teeth together everytime I think of a new au what do you mean I can’t write siblings annabeth and leo where leo’s foster mother married fredrick chase and annabeth assumes she’s being replaced even though leo just wants a sister ahhhhhhh

[artsy-hobbitses]

WIP something promised last year is finally getting under way haha.

Those of you who last year left ‘YouTube’ comments for him, I haven’t forgotten, and thank you again! I’ll do my best to include everyone eueb

[bijouxcarys]

Since it's taking me about 70 years to update, I thought I'd give you a little teaser of one of the upcoming chapters for Ties That Bind! It'll be updated soon, but just to tide y'all over...

“You’re bleeding too much,” he said in an almost accusatory tone.

“I’m fine,” Nate shot back with that infuriating stubbornness that was quickly becoming one of her defining traits.

Roman completely took his eyes off the road, narrowing them at her. “You’re ruining my damn car.”

Nate managed a breathy laugh. “Is that what you’re worried about? Your precious car?”

He didn’t answer immediately, momentarily dissecting his focus between the road and the rising frustration bubbling inside him. “I’m takin’ you to our safehouse in Red Hook. It’s closer than goin’ back to my place, and we need to wrap that up now.”

She straightened slightly, wincing as she shifted her leg. “I told you, I’ll hold out, it’s surface level.”

Roman clenched his teeth. He was on the edge, high from the incident mingling with his growing irritation, and she was testing him. “This isn’t a fuckin’ argument, Nate. You’re bleeding all over my car, and you’re gonna get patched up whether you like it or not.”

She shook her head, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat. “I can handle it. Just keep driving, for fuck’s sake.”

The car swerved slightly as Roman’s temper flared. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, a sharp, loud thus that reverberated through the car. “Damn it, stop being so fuckin’ stubborn!”

Nate’s eyes widened slightly at his outburst, not out of fear but more out of surprise. She knew Roman had a reputation for being overly composed in situations that called for the opposite, but whenever he did lose his cool, it was like a hurricane—sudden and destructive. Yet, it wasn’t the kind of outburst that scared her; it was the kind that finally shut her up.

She pressed her lips together, holding back the retort that sat on the tip of her tongue. She could tell from the tension in his shoulders, the clenched jaw, and the way his eyes kept darting back to her leg that Roman wasn’t going to budge on this.

“Fine,” she muttered with reluctant acceptance. “Take me to the stupid safehouse.”

@trippinsorrows tee hee

[dizzymudskipper]

"No, you will draw The Suffering."

Says the voices

[annabthesolitarywriter]

Main OC: Elenna "Enna" Tindómiel

Fancasts:

Billie Gadsdon (child)

Mackenzie Foy (teenager)

Synnøve Karlsen (adult)

Character profile:

DOB: October 21, FoA 1

DOD: May 9, FoA 43 (aged 41)

Daughter of Elanel (deceased) and Elegil (deceased). Adopted daughter of Faramir and Éowyn and sister to Elboron, Faelivrin and Eradan. Step-daughter of Finduilas and biological sister to Elerion.

Human of Dúnadan descent.

Appears in:

The Lady of Ithilien

Main character in the planned First Age fic Nyerénya... Namárië!

Mentioned in The Handmaiden and the Prince , Tales of a Brother and Estel i Hína [sequel to LOI]

A simplified version of Enna may also appear in The Prince of Ireland (yet another placeholder title).

Enna's theme:

The lyrics are so Enna-coded. Below I've linked the instrumental version as well.

MOODBOARDS

Enna's subconscious

Fancast: Anastasia Tsilimpiou

She's Enna's conscience, her thoughts, her fears, her guilt. She can be either a faceless character or she can also show her face if she wishes. She often appears alongside Enna's younger version (Billie Gadsdon)

Vaguely inspired by @lucifers-legions' own OC, Finduilas (she's the daughter of Boromir and Enna's first cousin in her AU, Garthad Estel)

I purposely kept the lines "You have killed your own son" and "you have become a murderer in the edit because that's what Enna hears in her head all the time.

She'll be present in the other AUs where Enna is featured because...some things never change.

[capricioussun]

More wips <3

[bokettochild]

Okay, we're done with the timeline for now, I'm actually sitting down to write the rewrite!

This sets the mood nicely :)

[annabawritersdreamsideblog]

She would also be perfect for Mairéad (not to mention that her name means "pearl" and she's wearing pearls. Finding faceclaims can be extremely hard)

@awkward-sultana do you know, by any chance, the name of the actress—I couldn't find it on the Magnificent Century cast list—and where I can find more pics or gifs of her? Thank you ☺️

[crhysbe]

Expression sheets featuring the cast of the Ties That Bind Show

[artsy-hobbitses]

WIP a trio of friends and Autobot allies! Spare a thought and a prayer for poor Chip though, he’s going through a LOT (as being Zeta’s adopted ward will do to anyone)

[artofmaquenda]

The Lovers

This drawing is a tribute to the shared origins of humanity, a reminder of the ancient ties that bind us across time. In contemplating deep time, the vast stretches of history that have shaped us, I feel a profound sense of connection to those who came before us, whether our direct ancestors or other early hominids. The Neanderthals, along with other early hominids, coexisted with us and were not so different; they loved, they dreamed, and they faced the world with curiosity and wonder. This connection is even imprinted in our DNA, a living testament to the bonds we share with these ancient relatives.

By reflecting on our similarities, I am reminded that the essence of our humanity has always been rooted in relationships, in the bonds we forge with others. This connection extends beyond just the human lineage, reaching back to the many hominids who once walked this Earth, and even to our living relatives among the primates. We are part of a vast, interconnected family, linked by our shared journey through deep time.

In this image, I seek to capture the timeless nature of love and the shared journey of our species and our kin. This is not just a story of survival, but one of enduring connection, of two souls meeting across the millennia. In their embrace, I see a reflection of our own struggles and hopes, a reminder that despite the passage of time, the essence of what makes us human and what connects us to all life, remains unchanged.

We are all part of a continuous, unbroken lineage, connected by the deep and ancient roots of our existence. Prints are available: https://artofmaquenda.etsy.com/listing/1786867243/the-lovers-lustre-print-hominid-sapiens Thank you all for your kind messages and support on my WIP posts! It took me a while to finally dive into this piece, but it just needed the right moment to come together. <3

The lettering is done by the kind Urukins / Antiqueuru

[annabawritersdreamsideblog]

New oc

Lavinia is a cousin to Maddalena (Lorenzo's mother) and takes the young girl under her wing. They become fast friends and Lavinia becomes Elena's confidante.

[froggiewrites]

Masterlist

Hello, I'm Froggie, and I write reader inserts for One Piece! I only started watching a few months ago, so I'm still working on catching up (beginning egghead!), but hopefully I'll keep making good progress so I can write more! Some of my work is NSFW, so minors DNI!

Requests closed

Current WIPs

Halloween Special 2024

Sanji

Picture You - NSFW (1) (2) (3) (4) Wanting - NSFW Instruction - NSFW Jealousy, Jealousy - SFW Two For One - NSFW Heat of the Moment - NSFW Hard Times - SFW Sickly Sweet - SFW Worship - NSFW A Human's Touch - NSFW

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Zoro

Picture You - NSFW (1) (2) (3) (4) Insomnia - SFW Two For One - NSFW Playing Rough - NSFW A Bridge Too Far - SFW Hard Times - SFW Make a (Swords)Man Out of You - SFW Ties That Bind - SFW (1) (2) (3)

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Ace

Follow Through - NSFW Did I Say That Out Loud? - SFW Do I Deserve It? - SFW Blinders On - SFW Pain Relief - SFW Third Wheeling It - SFW Tongue Tied - SFW Companion in Grief - SFW

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Trafalgar D. Law

Bloody Hands - NSFW A Helping Hand - SFW Fanboy - NSFW Hard Times - SFW Stress Relief - NSFW

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Donquixote Doflamingo

Possession - NSFW Coup D'état - NSFW Puppeteer - SFW

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Red Haired Shanks

Unknown / Nth - NSFW

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Monkey D Luffy

Need - NSFW That's What Friends Are For - NSFW

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Nami

The Taste of Nectar - SFW

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Charlotte Katakuri

A Sizeable Difference - NSFW

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Dracule Mihawk

Lost Little Lamb - NSFW

[more-mara]

Here’s an old WIP of mine that I have yet to finish.

Only now did Oscar actually get a good look at the captain's face. The man who had basically ruled the seven seas for the last 8 years, the man whose name alone could send a man trembling to his knees. Oscar didn’t think he’d ever get the misfortune to meet him.

Oscar bowed his head, looking away from the scarred yet shockingly young looking face of the captain. He flexed his hand in his binds, feeling the rope start to burn and chafe against his damp skin.

“What is your name, boy?” The captain asked as Oscar raked his eyes up from the pristinely polished boots to stare at the sword hilted in the captain's belt.

Oscar bit the inside of his cheek, knowing that giving his name would probably be the last thing he ever did, no one survived a run in with Captain Sainz- it’s why no one knew for sure what he looked like. Oscar felt a little defiant, wanting to at least die with dignity.

Suddenly, a booted foot was planted against his back, Oscar fell forward with a groan as his face planted straight into the wooden floor of the ship, his hands still tied behind him.

“Answer when the captain speaks to you,” A voice said. He sounded French, maybe. Oscar struggled to place it exactly but as he turned his head to look at the man, he had an amused glint in his eye- as if he was enjoying Oscar’s guts for defiance.

“Oscar,” He grunted, gaze fixed on the man behind him- decidedly not at the captain. The man’s face lit up. Yeah, he was definitely enjoying this.

“Oscar? Not a very nobel name,” The man said with a smirk.

“I am not a nobel,” Oscar said, straining in his confines. The man behind him seemed to take pity, removing his foot from Oscar’s back to haul him back onto his knees. Oscar was faced with the captain once more, whose face was deep in a frown.

“What are you, then? You don’t look like you can fight,” The captain said, his eyes raking across Oscar’s figure, taking in the tattered clothing and overall dishevelled appearance.

Oscar bit his bottom lip, eyes meeting the captain’s once more. He tried not to let his voice shake as he spoke.

“Women are prohibited on our ships by the articles, sir, bad luck, you see?” Oscar said, looking almost a little desperately at the captain- praying he knew what he meant without having to explain.

“Are you seriously explaining pirate code to me?” The captain asked. He looked completely unimpressed and almost angered. Oscar winced a little, straightening his back.

“The men- they need…they are still men, and men have needs…”

The wave of silence crashed over them quicker than the ripples on the ocean. Oscar could see the tension in the captain's face and he heard a small gasp coming from his left- another of captain Sainzs crew.

“If I spare your life, will you be useful to me?” The captain asked, his gaze narrow and steely. Oscar swallowed thickly- he had done this ‘job’ for years now, a different crew would be no different. He knew how to please- how to be of worth.

“Whatever you ask, I will do, sir” Oscar said and he hated how his voice shook. When his previous ship was attacked, he thought he was saved. They flew the flag of the navy and Oscar felt his heart lurch in his chest when he spotted it. Freedom, at last, after 6 gruelling years. But no, it appears Captain Sainz had flown the flag of the monarchy as a ruse to capture their cargo. And it worked, with Oscar being captured along the way.

“You will help the men clean their weapons, you can start tomorrow morning,” The Captain said, and Oscar felt himself frowning.

“I thought-“

“You said you will do whatever I ask, correct?”

Oscar nodded.

“Well, this is what I am asking. Charles, keep him straight,” The Captain said, nodding to the man behind him. So Charles was his name, good to know, Oscar supposed. Charles gave him a smug grin before unsheathing his sword, cutting away Oscar’s binds with swift accuracy.

“Welcome aboard, matey,”

[razildor]

WIP Wednesday (It's Thursday)

Was tagged by the lovely @aldisobey Thanks!

I won't tag anyone for this since I think almost everyone I would tag has already done it, but if not go for it!

I've not gotten overly far with this one since it was just a silly little idea ( it's smut what a surprise) on Taash's comment of almost calling Emmrich a skullfucker, so no idea if I'll ever finish this one.

Skull-liker

"And I'm sorry for calling you a Skullfu- liker.... Skull-liker." Taash quickly corrected themselves before leaving with a wave at Rook.

Rook couldn't help but laugh a little at the name, turning to Emmrich with a smirk. "Skull-liker? I didn't know the Watchers had that title."

"Darling, please. You know the Watchers have no such title." A deep sigh leaves Emmrich as he turns to lean against his desk, looking over at Rook who slowly comes a little closer, a smirk on her face that he knows all too well..

"Nooo?" A teasing tone that has Emmrich narrowing his eyes.

"Rook if you say-"

"You're saying there's a title called Skullfucker instead?"

"Rook!"

A warm laugh leaves Rook the smirk still there. "Alright, alright. So there's no high ranking title for such a thing... I really thought you would have such a title."

"I-You thought- Rook! What would give you such a vulgar thought! You know we-"

"You could do it to me."

"Rook! The mouth on you!" A tut leaves Emmrich as he pushes himself from the desk, making his way towards one of his many bookcases, letting his eyes scan the spines picking one out as he tries to bury the thoughts of doing such things to Rook.

Yet the idea did... Appeal, he couldn't deny it, to have the younger kneeling at his feet, cock buried deep into the throat until Rook's eyes are watering from the intrusion, right to the base watching them struggling for a moment until used to the weight of his cock- No! No... He couldn't do such a thing but yet... 

Rook took the opportunity to slowly circle the mage once he stepped away from the bookcase, stopping to peek over his arm at the book, a moment of silence came over the pair, a silence Emmrich was thankfully for in the moment to let his mind and other parts of him calm down, as his shoulders slowly relax truly at peace that Rook has dropped the matter, yet they quickly stiffened at the words Rook spills out from her mouth..

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of your cock down my throat?" Emmrich felt the woman's breath near his ear. The grip on the book tightening to the point of his hands shaking, in some vague attempt to keep himself together.

"Or do you really want to put me in my place, Professor?"

Something snapped within Emmrich; his only warning to Rook was the book falling to the floor as he turned, a hand gripping the other's jaw tightly. A gasp leaves Rook

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Rook moans as she tugs on the bindings of the sash, finding her was firmly bound in place by it, another moan couldn't help but escape her throat, tongue wetting dry lips, eyes peeking up at Emmrich.

"Hm, much better. That should keep your wandering hands to places they shouldn't."

"Emmrich, please-"

"Ah! Another word and I will leave you like this while I return to my work... A tempting idea comes to think of it." A devilish smile crosses the Necromancer's face in thought. Leaving the women tied, kneeling as he worked on some papers he couldn’t care about, hearing the small whimpers and hitched breaths as she begs Emmrich to touch her aching core, oh what a delightful thought indeed. 

Perhaps he'll have Rook to warm his cock from under the desk, or have her sit on one of the many toys Emmrich has hidden within his room, watching Rook squirm and moan trying to find some relief.

The thought made his cock twitch within his trousers... Perhaps next time.