#(future) wip stuff

[eskiix]

For Louise, i think maybe an enemy to lover would be her best bet, personal growth for her since she seems to have trust issue , I would love Tim, and from newer season, Marshall, Louise's complete opposite. And also Carl, where both dont know how to handle relationships but slowly they realize their feelings. Roberto would probably be cute, thinking maybe Louise went on an eat pray love type of jorney where she meets Roberto.

Lou's story would 100 percent be an ETL, and there'd be some character development involving her over-protectiveness and need to be right.

Love all these suggestions - at the moment, I'm torn between Tim and Roberto, and I'm thinking it would be set mostly abroad. Like she convinces Jess and Katie that they all need to go on a girls holiday, no men allowed... except, you know, whichever sexy man also happens to be at the same resort.

[demaparbat-hp]

Mutual damage (a WIP)

[rheakira]

WOE, CLOVER BE UPON YE!

Just a collection of old Clover doodles and WIPs I'm never gonna finish. A lot of these are as old as of January. My designs for characters have changed a lot since these were made. Read the img descriptions for details! 💛

Shoutout to @northstarscowboyhat you guys should definitely check out their Clover Lives AU stuff cuz it's solid!

[twisting-in-wonderland]

Silver + glasses = wise old man trope...

. this has been a wip for like. weeks - i had no energy left to finish it properly lol so i'm posting it as is-----

'bonus' (VERY. UNFINISHED- )

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[ama-fandom-hell]

Concept idea: time travel shenanigans and young Lin Ling meets older Lin Ling except he’s still in his imposter Nice arc

[kaiserouo]

he's the only melee frame i use and i love him

[asterbats]

The patient needs more ocs to interact with canon characters to live.

Was going to create a new "canon" starfallverse team for Explorers, with Rin/Nimbus in a different self indulgent canon, but I can't do that. I love those goobers too much. But I wanted to put the team I'd been considering into the canon anyways because I've got some ideas...

Sylvie is a strange looking Shaymin who popped up in Treasure Town out of nowhere. She's the adorable but shy type and is quick to run away from unwanted attention, but she's kind to whomever she meets. She's been roped into the Spinda Cafe's staff and Project P, seemingly detached from the main plot... but Rin can't help but stare at her whenever they meet, wondering why she gets a sense of deja vu...

Poppy is from Treeshroud Forest. She's the only Fire Opal Vulpix (credit to @ask-obt for the variant, in case the link dies) from the area, having been sired by a traveling Keokeo Ninetales. She was the only one who managed to escape when Treeshroud Forest was frozen in time, rushing to Treasure Town to tell the news. The guild took her in and later recruited her, but she was angry and bitter towards the thief that ruined her home. When Grovyle's identity is revealed, she's right on the case and is the most determined to arrest him...

But little does she know the ironic relationship she has with the thief... Or rather, an alternate version of herself. In the Dark Future, she'd evolved into Ninetales and lived up to Grovyle's time. She was a persistent rebel against Primal Dialga's forces and devastated their numbers, cursing many of them.

But she had also found a stray baby Treecko in the wild, starving to death... and nursed it back to health, raising it as her own and teaching it how to survive. (though not without projecting some Issues onto him) She later died to an attack from the Sableye.

Needless to say, when Grovyle figures out who Present!Poppy is, He's Feeling A Lot Of Things.......

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[cokowiii]

Doodlin leads to weird comics so have this

Next

[patolemus]

when someone asks me how my writing is going

[zepskies]

hi lovely, happy friday!💗 how are you doin?💕 my brain may have short circuited trying to figure out which wip I should ask about lolll 😭 i’m super excited for everything 🫶🏽

given that it’s been just about a year since I discovered your blog (<3333) and I discovered it through finding Break Me Down, I have to ask about “I’ve got you” 💚💚:’)

+ I just read the snippet for “If I Stay” and I am absolutely seateddddd omg 🫠 plus size!reader and firefighter!dean??? i’m sooooo excited !!!!!!😩💓💓

++ about to read the finale of between the city and the stars, what a great way to end a long week :p 💞💞

Hi there, lovely friend!! Happy Saturday now lol (sorry, I conked out last night before I could check my inbox 🤪).

I've had such a long week, but one of the biggest highlights about getting to the end of it is that I can share another fic with you guys! I'm looking forward to what you think about Between the City & the Stars - Part 5! 💖💖 (And If I Stay - firefighter!Dean AU. Honestly can't wait to share that one with you guys this month!)

Woooow I can't believe it's been a year already! 😱 And it's been about two years since I wrote the OG Break Me Down story (Soldier Boy x Reader)! 🤯

I've Got You is gonna be fun (hopefully) loll. It fits chronologically as the next story after Calculated Risks, while the reader is still pregnant with their son (second child).

I'VE GOT YOU

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Being pregnant with a supe’s baby isn’t easy, even the second time around. The good news is, your husband is all too willing to help you relieve a certain craving.

👀 (Mini) Sneak Peek

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, babydoll,” he warned.

In his eyes, you read the spark of desire as they roamed over your deep green, silky maternity gown—a baby shower gift from Annie. He tempered it behind a chaste kiss, more tame than usual for the past few weeks. You merely smiled against his lips, stroking his cheek. Inside, you bubbled with a trill of nerves and arousal all at once.

Your second pregnancy had thus far been more tumultuous than your first one. Your hormones were somehow even more all over the place, leaving you with bouts of morning, night, and day sickness, breasts tender to the point of painful, and almost no position comfortable enough for you to lay down and rest your aching back.

Ben knew it full well and had been getting an earful of your pregnancy woes for the past couple of months (not to mention, your accusing side-eye). Weirdly, the constant shitty feeling of being rundown and on the verge of puking had begun to pleasantly shift when he was gone this past week…shifting down south.

re: the WIP Folder tag game...

[ichijokaoru]

various goichis from my sketchbook! finally scanned :3 <3

i did just invent au reasons in my head to draw them in pretty traditional clothing for a page yes

this is my toku sideblog, but i have a dedicated art sideblog @magentameows, if you like my art! :3

[faceeeeee]

Something something WIP something something uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh

[rivkae-winters]

Happy Loveless opening day!!

This is pertaining to the next little write up I’m working on, coming… Eventually. In reactor 5 when Sephiroth and Genesis talk, Sephiroth refers to Genesis as “petty”. This exchange is relatively accurate to the initial Japanese as well.

Just like last time here is the Reunion version and here is the original English release. [Sorry for the time stamp link, I couldn't find a stand alone video.]

Like previously, this poll isn’t going to influence my analysis- I’ve already outlined my thoughts on the matter. I am simply curious what the general community perception is.

Please tell me your thoughts in tags, replies, or reblogs if you are so inclined! This goes even if you didn’t press the nuance button! I live off discussion, it fuels my being There are no dumb replies 💜

Lil guys courtesy of @thisteaistoosweet

Also sorry this is nowhere as polished as the last poll I had- I’m not doing that hot still but the timing of Loveless opening night was just too perfect.

[thegremlininyourcloset]

Pt 3 of Step Left For A Better Future!!!!

my Steph-in-Titans-Tower wip!

@fictfrenzy @asagewitch05 come get y'alls juice

Pt 1!

Pt 2!

The Red Hood wipes his lenses off.

“God, you are such a Bat,” he growls.

He says it the same way men say “bitch.”

And Steph would know. 

She’s been called “bitch” a lot.

But of course, Steph doesn’t have the time to contemplate.

Because then the Red Hood goes and tears off the outer layer of his outfit, and reveals a fucking copycat Robin suit.

He takes off the helmet.

He’s wearing Robin’s domino mask underneath.

Some distant part of Steph is laughing at how ugly the knockoff suit is. Because, seriously, the yellow tights? It would have looked less stupid if he had just worn the tiny shorts like in the OG costume.

A significantly larger part of Steph was just screaming “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” like the world’s most distressing error message. 

Because like, what the actual literal fuck?

(And, maybe, just maybe, the same part of her that once solved a cold case in five minutes flat got to work.)

“I’m back, Pretender,” he says. Sing-songs, more like.

His accent is distinctly Alley.

(It couldn’t—he couldn’t be…)

(The training. The dramatics. The grudge. The nickname)

(Despite herself, Steph thinks of red-green-yellow behind a cold glass shroud.)

(He is, isn’t he?)

“You…You’re Second, aren’t you? You’re the Robin who—how are you alive?” Steph blurts.

It takes her a moment to notice what she’s called him. 

Dammit. She might as well have donned a neon sign with “I’m from Lower Gotham!” emblazoned on it. Batman’s gonna be pissed at her. Again.

“And you don’t even have the courtesy of saying my damn name.” Second growls.

And then his fist slams into her jaw.

Steph lands hard.

The blood in her mouth tastes a little bit too much like betrayal.