#WIPs

[artofrhues]

A little wip for an upcoming animatic...

Can you guess what she's saying?

[julls]

currently drowning in wips, have some Gortash x Durge Juria doodles ♡

[mmm-asbestos]

this can happen to you

[shjiyemis]

I found this Jade Panel redraw sketch from a while ago and thought it was so cute. I had to share 8) I never draw them at their baby ages, I absolutely need to :')

[anincompletelist]

sunday sentences :D

thank you @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @magicandarchery

@firenati0n @bigassbowlingballhead for the tags today! y'all have so many fun and cool things in the works!

today I offer up another bit of something that was supposed to be for kinktober but has unraveled into something with plot and feelings (no one is surprised) so it may be out sooner than that?? WHO KNOWS ANYWAY ENJOY xx

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Henry gazes down at the dusty maps, the faded lines he and his father had drawn connecting the points, the scrawled notes out to the side, more passion imbued into these old papers than any of his work at the station. It feels as if he’s showing Alex a piece of his own heart on the page, his throat tight and face warm. 

“I know they aren’t perfect, but—” 

“This one,” Alex points to a spot before he can finish, gazing at the map longingly. “This is my home.” 

The breath catches in his throat. 

“Orion,” Henry breathes.

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tagging back all of the lovely folks who ALSO tagged me last wednesday when I was under the (mental) weather ksjdhksjhd I APPRECIATE YOU ALL AND WILL GET AROUND TO READING THEM I PROMISE <333 (AND for the beautiful inspiration weekend posts <333) + a few others!

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @agostobuwan @henryspearl

@captainjunglegym @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @nocoastposts

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @itsmaybitheway @priincebutt

@msmarvelouswinchester @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland

@onthewaytosomewhere @oxfordslutphase @rmd-writes @theprinceandagcd

@orchidscript @affectionatelyrs

xx

[moth-tea-merchant]

some doodles form the day. spoiler they're all me putting @manasurge 's gurl Mourynn into gay scenarios

[hasbeenandroid]

burtch (wip)

[ackee]

this guy is such a freak omggg KILL him

[pr0ximamidnight]

cowboy joel? cowboy joel

inspired by taylor swift’s “but daddy i love him” for @beskarandblasters ttpd drabble challenge (it’s uh…shaping up to be a bit more than a drabble but i digress)

[oblivionscribbles]

What that wizard doin'?

[letteredlettered]

you have a tgcf wip! i'd love to ask about that one 👀

I'm sorry to dash hopes! But I almost certainly won't finish this one.

I wrote it maybe half way through book 3? (The Seven Seas editions, so after the first flashback arc.) I just needed to see Hua Cheng wrestling between worshipping his god and wanting to fuck him. I thought it might be a series of little vignettes in which he's struggling with that, but the part I wrote is just after the first meeting on Mount Yujin, where he escorts Xie Lian up the mountain. He's just overwhelmed by the fact that Xie Lian actually touched his hand. And also that Xie Lian was dressed like a bride. Then he touches himself with the hand Xie Lian touched.

The reason I don't think I'll finish is honestly, by the end of the series, I realized that while I had written a Hua Cheng that was overwhelmed and desperate about seeing Xie Lian for the first time in so long, the version I wrote wasn't nearly overwhelmed and desperate enough. Like idk the guy is feral. I don't actually understand how he manages to be even a little bit normal around Xie Lian considering the depth of his obsession. Okay, it's not like, escorting Xie Lian up the mountain was really normal behavior; it's very Phantom of the Opera "I will appear and disappear randomly for the mystique." But, considering what he actually must have been feeling in that scene, it was really remarkably restrained behavior! So I imagine afterward he loses his shit in a way that I'm not even sure I have the capacity to write?

I mean, to me, the guy is batshit. Like really batshit crazy. In ways that I have yet to see really captured in most of the fanfic. But I actually had the same trouble writing WWX's pov in that I thought he might be too nuts for me to really write his pov and then I remembered that I am nuts so actually writing WWX pov is one of the more liberating things I've done. I hope I can maybe get there with Hua Cheng but idk writing CQL/MDZS took me like 3 years so I'm not sure when I'll get there with TGCF. I certainly do have a lot of ideas!

[leothetraveler]

I'm not going to finish this anytime soon, so let the squid simps feast on this half-finished Lamb x Kallamar fic

They’re dead? They can’t have fallen. Them too? Thoughts raced through Kallamar’s mind as they received the news. His last high priest had fallen to the lamb. How could they do this? It’s just a lamb I need to hide run SCREAM. “My lord? Are you alright?” Kallamar had all but forgotten the messenger before them, their face full of concern for their silent god. “Y-yes. Of course. I… I need to plan. BEGONE.” Kallamar turned their back to hide their terror as the messenger left the room. The squid fell to his knees in a mix of grief and dread. His sister and brother were dead. Half of the Old Faith, gone. No doubt he was next. His mind could only imagine the torture his fallen siblings were facing. What horrors had been dreamed up by- Kallamar froze, sensing the trespass of the red crown. Of the lamb. They were back to finish him. Tears welled in the squid’s eyes as he tried, desperately, to think of a way out. The lamb would not die, so maybe they could be convinced to show mercy? There was only one chance. One way the Old Faith could survive. He could not allow a single soul to see such, but he had to grovel before the red crown and beg them to claim his sibling in his place. This whole thing was Shamura’s fault anyhow. And death would be a mercy on their shattered mind. So Kallamar departed to confront the lamb with a silent prayer to the first gods.

“Please, I beg you, spare me. Kill Shamura, but do not send me to my death. Do not send me to him!” Kallamar finished his plea, looking for any sign that the lamb’s fury waivered. But if there was any thought of mercy, it was hidden behind the trained expressionless face of a crownbearer. Kallamar’s mind raced with fear. “You will not find my temple. I will be safe there. Yes, I will-” “Now you know how I felt.” Kallamar froze, their eyes focusing back on the lamb before them. “w-..what?” The lamb took a step towards the terrified bishop. “Now you know how I felt the day you and your siblings killed me.” Kallamar stepped back, the lamb stepped forward. “Now you know how I felt every damn day of my life being hunted by your family for being born.” The lamb only stopped their advance as the bishop backed into a column. “You now live in fear, like I did. You beg for mercy…like I did, for so long. You did nothing then…I won’t listen now.” Kallamar racked their mind for excuses. “I-I couldn’t do anything. My siblings, yes, they insisted. Even if I had, I would just be joining Narinder in damnation!” The lamb tilted their head, a curious yet sadistic expression breaking through. “Narinder? Who’s that? One of your beloved priests?” There was silence as the two stared at each other, trying to decipher what the other was thinking. Kallamar spoke first. “YOU KILL IN HIS NAME AND DON’T EVEN KNOW IT?!?” The lamb only stared, more annoyed at his screeching than anything. Kallamar groaned, his fear temporarily forgotten. “Of course our brother wouldn’t mention it. It is not relevant to killing us. He always kept his cards close to his-” The lamb’s blade dug into the wall behind Kallamar, interrupting his chain of thought. “What do you mean ‘brother’?” Kallamar broke into laughter. This lamb was nothing but a tool. A weapon aimed at their throat, not a rival or follower. They knew nothing of the Old Faith or the crown they wear. His confidence restored, he explained to the fool before him. “He was the third. The middle sibling. Why do you think our symbol is the five-pointed star? Five points, five crowns. He is not different. He is not better. He is our brother. This, all of this, is little more than a family dispute. He tried to increase his power. Made himself a threat to the rest of us. So we locked him away. Even if you did manage to break the chains, it will take quite the sacrifice to-” Kallamar paused mid-sentence, a thought occurring. How did Narinder plan to escape? While the seal on his temple was easily broken, bringing a god back from the land of the dead would take a grand sacrifice. No mere mortal would suffice, but the grand vessel beloved by so many? Add the fact that they were a lamb, a sacrificial beast, and that would do it. “So that’s his grand plan. Put you on a pedestal, make you beloved, then demand your head so he can walk free. And you are left none the wiser till it’s too late to say no.” The lamb dragged their hoof across the ground in frustration. While they were sworn enemies, it is clear the lamb was not such a fool that they did not see the truth in Kallamar’s words.

[I just burned out trying to force myself to finish this. I'll do it some other time. the idea was that Kallamar would willingly break the chain and shatter his crown to have the lamb's protection as their loyal, immortal consort.]

[rosieofcorona]

thinking about Her

(WIP obvi)

[wolfpants]

Me to me: You really need to work on your wips.

Me to me: Yeah, but what if you fucked around with a smut and pairing prompt generator and made a list of NEW wips?

[sunnycalzone]

May or may not be sleuth rotting, have a wip (yes i gave him 4 arms)

@naffeclipse guess whos back on the bullshit again . Me

[urbanflorals]

Wait.

Wait.

Since you guys all ganged up on me in my last attempt at this (i'm trying so desperately to get out of it)

If this post gets 10,000 (is that big enough for you?) notes before Christmas.

I'll finish:

my enemies to lovers fantasy

my hockey, fake dating romance

AND my YA high school romance

I swear - if you pull the overnight shit again

Edit: stop it.

Edit: Guys seriously stop

Edit: its been one day and you've already got it over 1000?

Edit: I take it back - stop - 2000 in two days? - stop it.

Edit: This isn't funny anymore. stop

Edit: I'm seriously regretting this now. ugh