#a wip on wednesday look at me goooo

[lyriumsings]

hey idk if this is weird to send in, but i think you are really cool & super talented. your art is fucking amazing!!

HIII!!<3333 it’s not weird at all thank you so much this makes my day every time i read it 😭😭😭

legit right after i read this last night i grabbed my ipad and sketched this so thanK you 🥺🥺 here’s a wip of my bg3 durge Akoriel Kori Duskryn i’ve been thinking about her nonstop for like two days her backstory is dramatic and angsty but it’s ok she can’t remember any of it anyway ✨

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WIP "Wednesday"

It's not Wednesday, but I got tagged in one right after being freed from Tumblr timeout so let's goooo! Thank you @reverieblondie, it was a happy surprise to see a notification again and be prompted to share something 💛

There's no Rolan here, but there is Wyll and Cal so it's really fucking cute. (Or at least, it is in my head where it's been percolating for months until I write the damn thing). I tend to write all over the place, gradually bringing the parts together.

Concept is Wyll and Cal have a conversation if Tav rejects Wyll following the dance scene. Cal clearly has a crush (just a lil personal headcanon, and who could blame him). They chat a little over common themes (they're both young and their emotional needs are overlooked - and they actually recognize that for each other, which no one else has done thus far). After the conversation, Cal asks Wyll to show him how to dance, and Wyll does his best though Cal isn't very good at it. Nothing intimate happens, but I think it would be adorable and no one can stop me.

"You remind me of my brother."

"I can't say I see the resemblance," Wyll chuckled.

"It's the whole 'I'd sacrifice myself for others' thing."

"How did you..." Wyll searched Cal's face but found nothing hidden, no information withheld. A mere lucky guess, he supposed. "After his actions in the Shadow Cursed lands, I must say I am inclined to agree with you." [Before Shadow Cursed lands would say "I have yet to see that side of your brother, but if you say it to be true then I believe it"].

"'It's why I look up to him. One of the reasons. Not that he realizes it. Why people look up to you."

"I'd rather not be placed on such a pedestal," The sincerity of Wyll's statement overpowering any bashfulness of flattery.

"Sorry," Cal returned the sincerity, "too used to Rolan I guess. He'd live up there if people didn't keep pulling him off it."

[Conversation continues, emotions exposed. Eventually, Tav rejecting Wyll is brought up]

"A situation sorely misjudged on my part," Wyll looked away.

"I was thinking it wasn't you with the poor judgement."

[Cal wonders if Wyll would show him the dance.]

"You could show me. If you wanted."

"Can you imagine Rolan teaching me how to dance? Or Lia for that matter."

"Can't say that I can," Wyll admitted.

            [Dance scene. Cal is bad at it. A beat. They don’t kiss]

"I think your brother would sooner see me dead."

"Or my sister," Cal shrugged.

"Understand that my caution is not personal. The wounded heart is like any other injury."

Cal nodded. Time.

"While we wait for it to heal, you could help me practice the dance again." He hastily added, "If you wanted to."

Please anyone feel welcome to consider this an invite to share something you're working on if you'd like and please tag me if you do! And some no pressure tags to keep the ball rolling @dutifullylazybread @el-tur-el @lostinforestbound @darkurgetrash @lemonsrosesandlavender

[evilponds]

wip wednesday thursday

tagged by @omgkalyppso and late to the party as usual because i had to transcribe my writing lol. anyway its a short one and you dont get to know what its from. unless youre eden, in which case You Already Know

"I got the dosage wrong," he says after a pause. At first they think he's shown the first sign of sadness they've ever seen from him; then they clock it as simple embarrassment. "It wasn't enough. You have to understand that I'd never done this before. Everything I'd read and been taught only ever told you what not to eat, what could kill you if you mistook it for something else. An advisory, not an instruction manual. Also, I was sixteen.

"The upshot of it all is that I'd only gathered what I thought I would need; otherwise it might have looked suspicious. I don't know, I was paranoid. Again: I'd never poisoned anyone before. It didn't occur to me until the day of that I should have saved extra materials. And anyway I figured, man's been half in the bag since before I was born, his liver and kidneys must be in shambles. It shouldn't have taken much." He scowls into his drink. "Old man couldn't even die right."

im taggingggg @atuans @pigeonmotel @yurischolar @moominminded and @bastardwordsmith pipis party lets goooo

and You. im tagging You.

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

WIP Wednesday #16

Can't You Tell stuff lets goooo

“I’m sorry,” he whispered through the tears, his voice high-pitched and shaky. 

Fenton’s hand was on his knee. “No, no you don’t have to apologize for this-” 

Gyro cut him off. “No. I’m sorry Fenton, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for- for everything.” 

“Gyro…” 

It was all spilling out, and it was all Gyro could do to make it even comprehensible. He still had his face buried in his hands, still had tears running down his face. “I’m sorry for treating you horribly this morning, I’m sorry for storming off last night, I’m sorry for blaming you for all of this.” He had to get this all off his chest, at least. “I’m sorry for yelling at you and for always overreacting and that I was so awful to you about sharing a room and that I always end up hurting you and I’m sorry you have to see me like this.” 

There was silence throughout the room, occasionally broken by Gyro’s soft hiccuping sobs. At last, the inventor heard Fenton sigh. 

“You don’t have to apologize for this,” he repeated quietly. “And I forgive you. For all of it. It hurt- but I understand where you were coming from. I know that this has been a lot for you.” 

“I still- I still shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” Gyro swallowed, wiping his face so he could finally look up at Fenton. “I’m sorry for that.” 

“I forgive you,” Fenton smiled at him. 

The inventor blinked, both in surprise and to clear the tears from his eyes. “Why?”

[k9rage]

It's still Wednesday I'm not late!!!

Wip Wednesday at 11pm let's goooo. Thank u @merrybandofmurderers n @ejunkiet for tagging me. I'm sharing a snippy of Nydha and Krem being besties (Nydha mooning over Dorian is non-negotiable ofc)

Nydha flopped back on the bed with a heavy sigh, looking incredibly crestfallen. He stared at the ceiling with frustration, as if willing it to swallow him up. “So he might not even know I'm courting him.”  The Tevinter laughed, an inelegant snort of a thing before he stifled it. “He knows you're interested in him, I wouldn't worry about that so much. You're bold enough Dorian wouldn't miss it.”  “Small mercies,” Nydha admitted, a tired smile crossing his lips. “I should probably tell him I'm courting him.”  Krem hesitated.  “I should, right, Krem?”

Tagging @just-call-me-angel @horrorscoupes @bicyclepainting @angelnoodlesoup @solarthermals

[enevera]

still technically wednesday where i am so lets goooo lol

By the time Suguru’s body is cold it’s already too late, but Satoru doesn’t know that yet.

He doesn't feel it at first, lost in the forces inside his own mind, as turbulent and as unforgiving as the weapons they’d become, in the end. Satoru feels trapped by his eyes in a way he hasn’t since he was a small child with demanding teachers and little control. He is consumed by the details of Suguru’s bowed head, of the blood and how red it is, by the sight his first set of eyes can see. 

His first set of eyes, the first of three, gifted in the womb and blessed with a sight wrought over in static, are his most normal and his most limiting. They are the most like the eyes of a regular person and often are far less useful than the other two sets, blinded as they are by the bandages, but now they seem to be all he can see with. He loses track of everything around him; for a moment it is him and the manifestation of all his sins and they are all alone.

He still doesn’t cry, not really. It’s not quite real yet, hasn’t set in fully. Maybe that is why he looks only with the first pair, so that he can tell his soul the lie it so desperately wants to hear: that he did not do what was done, that his best friend is not dead; that what he sees is a lie.

beginning of a curse getou au bc @yuki-mxivo is mean and gives me ideas aksdjfb. ppl who i tagged last time i invite to do this again but also i think like half of you are doing team minato week anyway so ill see your writing soon either way lol. but yeah wip wednesday for anyone who wants to do it!!! j say i tagged you haha

edit: full first chapter here

[stvlti]

Writer's tag

@yellow-warbler tagged me in this one (cheers love 😚).

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite authors!

Now I've been pretending I do not see for like, the last 5 to 10 tag memes I've been tagged in because I'm either too busy to sit down and do them, or I just don't have any new works / WIPs in my folder to pull from 😔😔 but this one sounds fun!! So let's goooo

#20. Trading Places

On Wednesday, Roman takes the limousine to the Wayne Enterprises headquarters.

#19. And I'm chewing on metallic taste

Misa still remembers when her day-to-day schedule was packed with appointments from five in the morning to nine - sometimes ten, eleven - at night.

#18. Transference

Roy Harper begins his morning fiddling with the radio as usual.

#17. Talking During the Movie

Jay had never dated.

#16. You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt

Dick was perching on a large tree branch, tail swinging lazily when he heard the incoming rumble of Slade's Chevrolet.

#15. What Lurks Beneath

On Wednesday, Dick received a text message from an unknown number:

#14. When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray

The pool of blood slid across the linoleum, staining the soles of his shoes and darkening the hem of his black tunic.

#13. The Only One That Hasn't Left *

Roy Harper is lonely.

(*) This is a work of translation. Since it's not exactly original, I won't include it in the summary of patterns.

#12. Left in the night 'cause you don't like to see me in the daylight

The first time it happened, Dick was all pumped up on adrenaline, Harley was half-undressed and more than willing, and her creaky second-hand bed was right there.

#11. Second Chances

Every time she looked at Artemis, it was like staring at God herself.

#10. My fear pulls me out to sea

Dawn once said he had a "saving people" complex.

#9. Handcuffs & Boot Leather

At this point, Wally is living off of Dick’s couch (and in his bed) in Bludhaven more often than not.

#8. The Cat Returns

Things could change completely within two months.

#7. Cat Fic

You found him wandering in the backyard of your vacation lodging.

#6. Imposter Syndrome

For all of the Red Hood's dubious international track record, the man under the helmet absolutely hated being put on the spot to deal with confrontations he didn't ask for.

#5. Paying It Forward

"Can I tell you something?"

#4. I Am My Mother's Child

Jason held the apartment door open as Mrs. Walker ambled in behind him, large cardboard box cradled against her chest.

#3. A new feel (it won't ever get old)

He had never been good at staying in one place too long.

#2. if you can't summon your own tentacles, store-bought is fine

Not for the first time, Jason found himself regretting saying "yes" to Roy Harper.

#1. Growing Pains

Lego Robin remembers when he was made.

Patterns

I suppose I start a lot of my stories with one-liners and a namedrop? And sometimes there's a sense of time as well. Like:

character name(s) + simple/straightforward action + time frame

Lol the who/what/when/where/why style of reporting jumped out lmao

Favorite

On its own, I like #11 best. That's a killer one-liner. But that's only when it's divorced from its context though. Cause if we're talking about my favourite opener, it's gotta be #3 in its full context:

He had never been good at staying in one place too long. Home was not a warm caravan, or a large Manor and its ever-pristine halls - home was wherever the people he loved went and congregated. When Bruce first started subtly encouraging him to spread his own wings, he flew West and built a nest there for him and all his misfits to seek sanctuary in the summers. He loved them like a second family.

That was fun! And now I shall tag:

@trans-l-lawliet @transdankovsky @fantomn @lawliyeeeet @irolltwenties

No pressure, but it'd be cool to see what you guys have in your portfolio (that you're willing to share)! :D