#non binary wip

[wintersrealm]

Sk8 the Infinity FF Brain Splatter

Thought it would be interesting to show the cyclical mess that is my mind when trying to plot out a fan fiction? This is one that I am currently stuck on getting the feel of it right, but thought it would be neato burrito to share.

Does anybody else use a similar method when they’re stuck on an idea?

If not, what processes do you use to hammer out an idea?

[julls]

a little bit obsessed with them

[theartistof10ss]

Lil Chara doodle bc why not =)

[chiffawndue]

I wanted to make some thirst art of this cockatiel man. So here’s a wip!! I have a Timelapse going too!

[almaadst]

This year has already brought me more commissions to complete, for which I am grateful! But who cares about that when Sukuna's tatas are on screen? 🥵 Commission info

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Hot and heavy in the archives.

“You're not gonna do it then?” “I won’t need to.” “Is that right? Open your collar for me.” Loki glares at him, but does so, loosening it enough to expose more of their neck. Mobius leans in and licks a stripe, then sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. “Norns!” “You’re gonna keep that promise?” “Yeah. Yes.” Loki bites on their lip and Mobius presses another kiss, then scrapes his teeth along their skin just because he can. A quiet whimper slips past their lips. “You’re beautiful when you get riled up, you know that? It’s one of my favorite things.” He squeezes them firmly and Loki pushes themself off the wall, arching their back a little. “Mobius!” “Quiet, remember.” He presses kisses up their jaw to their ear. “I could keep you here like this forever.”

Is this working? Idk but I'm gonna keep running with it.

Tagged by @elodiah @insomniaflarrow @lokimobius @thosegayoldmen @kcscribbler

@cha-melodius @insert-witty-user-name-here

Passing the tag onto writers and artists: @in-my-loki-feels @blackbirdofasgard @ghoulehhh @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @mirilyawrites

@wolfpup026 @boredintjqueen @tealdropsworld @lgwilt @impulsemuppet

@kusakichan15 @megglesthegeek @scifikimmi @devilbearingtrouuble

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

one of the most annoying things about realizing you’re trans after having a wip is that you realize you gave all the good names to your ocs

[transmasc-wizard]

some arthur doodles :3 ft. outfits i think would make them happy

tell him he is pretty..... tell her she is cutie.........

[sol-insidious]

WE’RE COOKINGGGG

[greencloakedfae]

I think someone should tell Nell she's handsome,,, I just think that it would awaken something within her,,, maybe introduce her to the concept of they/them pronouns,,,

[dismas-n-dismay]

And I’m telling y’all right now. When I drop this moonpaw x moon pool animatic the yuri warrior cats community BETTER MAKE SOME NOISE

[mothofstars]

A little WIP ^-^

[gardenia-nettle-first-floret]

Teaser for chapter 3 of To Be Tended:

I sank into myself after the admission. My face burned and my body shook. Elmara’s vines moved to hold me.

“Awe~ you did well little seedling~” She curled up beside me, the humanoid form she had fashioned herself into now dissolved into a beautiful Eldritch shape. Completely enrapturing me as she wrapped the whole of herself around me. Something pressed into my back, it’s hard and soft and glows with a gentle light.

And I hear the song. It radiates from the piece of the Affini that’s pressed against my spine. It resonates through my bones, and into my mind. My thoughts become indescribable and nonsensical.

“Such a good girl~ We made great progress today. Well stop after one final question.” I wait with bated breath, unable to ask her what question that would be. But I didn’t have to wait long. “Do you want a new name~?”

Hope y’all enjoyed that snippet of the main fic this one’s been working on. Only had to start from scratch three frosting times.

Going to work on chapter 4 after I can get on AO3. So while I wait for that, I’ll be working on Knightfall and Obedience Training.

Drink your water, eat your sodium sticks, and take your drugs~!

Oh and cuddle a plushie~ y’know, as a treat~

-Gardenia

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Ambrose lay against the headboard, a cigarette burning in between his fingers, one knee drawn up to his chin. He tapped the ash into a tray balanced, rather practically, upon the bent knee.

Finch, lounging on the bed's far end, glanced at him with fond exasperation. They sighed with an exaggerated measure of irritation, "They make tables for that, you know."

He pointedly exhaled a lungful of smoke in their direction before replying, "Can't trust the stability."

Finch's hand sliced through the tendrils of smoke, those which threatened to engulf them. In they air, they curled like crudely winged creatures before dissipating, inches from their nose. They coughed, arguing, "Second-hand smoking is just as bad for your health."

"I don't do it around children." Ambrose countered irritably, "If it bothers you so much, just leave."

"Only teasing, doll." Finch assured him, their voice light despite Ambrose's obvious disbelief, "I like the smell of smoke- Of you. Smoke and oil paint."

Ambrose's head snapped to gawk at them. His face split in a brilliant grin, bright blue strands splayed across his cheeks. Dropping the butt into the ashtray and hastily disposing of it upon the bedside table, he launched himself toward them.

Their laughter was nothing less than contagious as Ambrose took to pressing chaste kisses to whatever exposed skin he could locate.

[themontess]

Seven Sentence Wednesday

Tagged by @redheadsramblings - love hearing about Rowan! And semi-dedicated to I think it was @heylittleriotact who gave us the image of "all legs Emmrich" going arse over tit:

Emmrich stood with Marilys still on his lap, their legs wrapping around his waist in a way they would have to replicate sometime. He nuzzled against their ear, enjoying the metallic tickle of their pierced dowry against his cheek. “My dear, I do not think this old back can carry you all the way-” “-to the bedroom? Let me lead, then.” Dropping lightly to their feet, the rogue’s touch, they pulled Emmrich forward by the waistcoat chains. An image came to him unbidden, how he might manage to carry them in a bridal style- though that was wrong. A spousal style? Another yank on his vestments, this time one finger crooked through the placket, set him stumbling over his feet like a halla on ice - for just a second before they steadied him.

(Think it might technically be 8 sentences, but lost my way with my own punctuation)

[briandraws]

Wip :]