#wip challenge

[decafdino]

today is wip wednesday, and i have spent the majority of it traveling (thank you, thanksgiving). thanks to @heartstringsduet @emsprovisions and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags. have some angst :)

TK leaves the door open a crack and gestures for Nancy to come over from where she's sitting on the couch.

She looks concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"No," and he can't deny there is a pang of jealously, of hurt that Carlos is trading him for Nancy in this moment, but he can't focus on that right now. "He wants you to be the one to stitch him up. I don't think he wants me anywhere near him."

Nancy nods and pulls him into a hug. "I'm so sorry, bud. Do you want me to talk to him?"

TK's breath hitches in his chest. "I don't know," he says quietly. He's never felt more disconnected from his husband than right now. "I don't know."

"It's okay," she says. She pulls away after a moment and straightens herself, like a soldier preparing to go to war. TK watches her go in, can hear her through the door as she greets Carlos as kindly as any other patient. She closes the door behind her and then he can't hold himself together anymore.

Somebody—Marjan, he thinks—pulls him over to the couch in the next room. He sobs into her shoulder. Carlos is only a few doors down, and yet they feel miles apart.

"Am I a bad husband?" TK asks when the sobs have died down.

[its-the-allure]

Thanks for tagging me @littlewinnow

I tag @kamaela

All my current WIP are for super secret Fests and/or birthday gifts 🤫 so here’s a lil piece of Drarry inspired fridge magnet poetry at the cafe this afternoon. I had about 100 random words to work with. It counts as a WIP I think because I found the other 1800+ words around the corner as I left, and maybe someone else has already changed it.

[deathbypufferfish]

making progress at camp, but Midge still hasn't come across any other survivors :(

[hopefullyakotelife]

Last/First Line Challenge

Tagged by the lovely @hastalavistabyebye

To my shame...it's all from my newest project instead of my older or current ones...

First Line:

Lights glared down on armor plates while boots thundered down the corridors of the Resolute. Clones stopped once Wolffe stormed past them, standing straight and saluting the Commander. A gray shadow in a sea of blue. Wolffe wished his men were with him but they had their mission- and Wolffe threatened them to high heaven if they messed this up… The floor was shining, reflecting the lights in a never ending cycle. Every room Wolffe had seen, had glanced inside, were all spotless. No stains, no rumpled sheets, no scuff marks. He hadn’t expected anything less from Cody. His Ori’vod had arrived earlier on Coruscant with Rex together, so it wasn’t a surprise that Cody had gone through the Resolute for a “surprise inspection”. Because everything had to be perfect. Nothing couldn’t- wouldn’t be allowed to amiss. They all had planned, worked in secret. Just for this moment.

And Last Line:

Fox looked at Wolffe, watching him as the older clone took off his helmet. His cybernetic eye glowed, staring into whatever was left of Fox’s soul. A clinking sound and then Cody took off his helmet next- his scar swirling shadows over his face. Do you remember me? Fox thought as he looked at the two. Do you remember us? Any moment now and they’d order him to take off his helmet and to expect a punch, an insult. Fox grinded his teeth, trying to stay present in the moment. To be honest, he didn’t know what exactly to expect as it had never been these two. It was usually another commanding officer who was angry at Fox for…whatever. Please remember me, he thought again. Because I don’t remember who I used to be. Images flashed through his mind. Of his batch and him. During training, helping another. During lunch breaks, sharing their rations. During nights, when they cuddled up to stay warm during the cold seasons. It didn’t feel real now that Fox thought about it. It has been such a long time…did it even happen? Did he imagine it? Fox kept looking at the two commanders, watching how they attached their helmets to their belts. And then they looked back at him.

And as always

Right back at you @hastalavistabyebye and of course @ninjababypowpow

[mangomonk]

wip of "why am i bitter?"

hello hello, merry christmas eve, here is a snippet of "why am I bitter?" as promised from the wip challenge!

“I owe you one.” His face did something funny. She hesitated. “Though I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you in return,” Xuan said, giving her cottage a periphery glance. “I’m guessing you’re not all too interested in vegetables?”

“There’s no need—” Astarion began before he stopped abruptly, falling into a sudden silence. She could see his brows begin to draw together in thought as his eyes flickered to her contemplatively. Something about the way he was looking at her made her nervous. As she watched him hesitate, she soon realized what was making her nervous was that he looked nervous. Astarion was always so unwaveringly confident that now, as she watched him pick at the embroidery of his sleeves, Xuan was struck with the rather ridiculous thought that he looked bashful, which had to be impossible because Astarion was never embarrassed by anything. “I’d say that’s not true,” he said finally, hands smoothening out over his thighs decisively. He was so tense that Xuan could feel herself also tense up, until she regarded his words.

She blinked. “Vampires can eat vegetables?”

The tension seemed to sap out of his body as he snorted, incredulous. “That’s not what I mean—” he stopped himself again, exhaling slowly. “You do have something to offer.”

“Oh, oh,” she started, nodding. “But Astarion, I’ve told you dozens of times before that it’s not a favor for me to feed you. I don’t mind really—”

“No,” he said, throwing his hands into the air now before giving her a tight smile. “Darling, you make me sound like all I care about is my next meal.” Before she could arch a brow, Astarion hurried on, his words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “Your time. I… I would like your time. If it’s something you would offer.”

[elenthyaolyenths]

Time to choose the Daily Sketch for Tuesday 23th of January !

Aziraphale, performing his "Falling Angel" routine

OR

Crowley, performing his "Fallen Serpent" routine

Time to choose!

Well, I was able to draw a lot during this weekend, and I had so much fun completing my next Tribute (something about Ice skatiiiiiing but hush, you've heard nothing from me, mmh?).

I LOVE this wonderful AU, so those sketches took me almost 2 hours 4 hours and a half each, but I hope it worth it!!! I know their clothing may not be appropriate for a real Ice Skating Contest, but whatever, my dear Ineffable Husbands are stunning anyway :-p

And this Monday 19h00 UTC, the Wives ARE back! (link!)

[oliveyougently]

i wanted to ask about biting from the WIP Tag Game 😏 i’m curious lol and i hope your day was great 💐

Ofc!! This was a short Miguel O'Hara blurb that I also wanted to possibly do with Jason as well. It's more just me thinking of cute couples things and finding out I like a lil biting 😂😋

Here's a short section from the work!

You absently bit on his shoulder, watching Miguel work as you rested behind him on the couch, legs dangling on either side of his own massive thighs. You looked so small, a little doll compared to his massive body. Teeth gently gnawing on the curve of his shoulder, pricking the taught skin. He shifted his head slightly to the side to look at you, letting the tablet rest back against his thighs. “The hell are you doing?” He muttered, deep voice a puzzled and vaguely annoyed tone. You hummed, ceasing the biting and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Jus’ bitin’.” You murmured, voice a pleasant slur from your cozy comfort. He huffed, eyeing you as he looked down at your dopey face.

It's mostly fluff but I was thinking that Miguel would get a lil excited and... Well, he'd want a turn too, right?

Also had a great day, thank you 💐💐

(sike it was shitty as hell but we don't talk about that, hope you had an amazing day anyways)

[americas-ass-writing]

Was tagged by @anika-ann (thank you sweets 💙)

Rules: Make a 24h poll listing titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It's fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP gets te most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Alternate rule: Write one sentence for each vote in any WIP ✨

And so much more... My notes app is a graveyard for ideas 🙈 if only I was motivated to write for them regularly 😅

NPT: @yenzys-lucky-charm @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @biteofcherry @stargazingfangirl18 @brandycranby and anyone who wants to 💙

[be-compromised]

WIP Challenge 2025

The WIP Challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to FINISH a work-in-progress (WIP) by midnight (whatever your timezone) Sunday 15 June 2025.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment to the dreamwidth post before the deadline with:

> Title > Author/Your online handle(s) > Rating (ie. film ratings or AO3 style ratings) > Any warnings OR you can say ‘choose not to warn’ (think about the AO3 warnings or take a look at our comm guidance if you’re stuck) > A link to your completed WIP (or a photograph, video etc. depending on the type of creative work)

(You don't need a dreamwidth account to take part; you can comment anonymously, you just won't be able to edit your comment so double check before you submit.)

That's literally it. You will win: the wonderful feeling of having completed something, and your creation on a masterlist at the end of this event that you can share wide and far to celebrate your success.

For optional fun and support: we will be taking over the 'wips-exchange' discord channel on the community discord with mini challenges, top tips, chat, and to support each other during this event. You don't have to be part of our community or be in the comm discord to take part, but you're very welcome to join us if you'd like!

WHAT COUNTS AS A WIPs FOR THIS CHALLENGE?

Your WIP can be writing, art, video, a craft project, or anything at all. You might have already started posting/sharing your WIP or not. There's no length or difficulty requirement or any criteria for your WIP or what 'finished' looks like to you. If you don't have a work-in-progress but would like to play, you could pick an idea/project that you've been meaning to start but just haven't gotten around to. This is entirely on the honour system and we won't be checking. The aim is just to get that joy of completing something. This is a no-pressure, fun event.

Since we're a community for fans of Clint Barton and/or Natasha Romanoff, it's likely that these characters or this pairing will feature in a lot of our community's WIPs and I think the majority of our WIPs will be fanfic, but everyone and everything is welcome.

RULES

1) Our community rules apply to this event and everyone taking part in it. You do not need to be a member of our community or have a dreamwidth account (or any other specific account) to be involved.

2) As in the community rules, please do include in your comment a rating and a warning/'no warning applies'/'choose not to warn'. Consider also including a warning for spoilers of any media that's been released in the last 6 months; not everyone has Disney+ or can get to the cinema.

Thank you!

If you have any questions please comment in in the 'Questions' thread at the top of the dreamwidth post or contact a mod - @inkvoices, @cloud--atlas aka franztastisch, and @quidnunc-life aka gsparkle.

[lasats-are-lovely]

For the WIP challenge, can you please tell me about Reel Big Rebel?

Oh boy 😅 sure

Okay, so this one has a fun backstory. First, you need to know that my fiancée loves to make fun of Star Wars characters and their names (her favorite things to say is “look, it’s glupp shitto!” whenever any character comes on screen, or the fem version of glupp shitto that she came up with — yaas glorpo) it’s all in good fun.

Flash to me watching Rebels for the first time, and she sees Kallus come on screen. The first thing she says when she sees him is:

“Mother fucker looks like he’s in a Ska band”

This was in reference to Aaron Barrett, of the Ska band Reel Big Fish:

Who Kallus looks so much like that I almost wonder if Filoni is a fan of Ska… and this resemblance stuck with me even after I had finished rebels… and was the inspiration for this fic.

The story takes place shortly after the Battle of Atollon, and Kallus is struggling to adjust to life in the rebellion. The spectres - mainly Zeb, Ezra, and Sabine - are trying to get him out of his “imperial bastard” ways (nothing necessarily problematic, he has done a lot to be a better person, but he’s still… well, a bastard who takes himself too seriously and doesn’t like to have fun)

After an especially awkward moment between the spectres and Kallus, Ezra and Sabine decide to dig up some dirt on Kallus to prove that the former agent isn’t as prim and proper as he presents himself to be… and end up discovering that before Kallus joined the empire, he was the lead singer and guitarist of an underground Coruscanti Ska Band.

Ezra and Sabine pull some strings and get up to some teenage mischief, and manage to find the remaining members of Kallus’s band…

What results is a fun yet emotional story of Kallus being confronted with his past, and the conflict of the young and passionate person he used to be struggling to still exist within the tired, scarred and repressed former imperial he is now — who doesn’t know if he has any music still left within him.

(Zeb believes he does… and that isn’t just hopeful thinking, and certainly not because he finds the old holo recordings of younger Kallus singing and playing his guitar so passionately kinda hot…)

The fic has a planned (emphasis on planned… I tend to go overboard and double my estimations because I can’t be concise) 12 chapters, each one titled after a Ska Song, some by Reel Big Fish, some by others… don’t know when this will be posted, if ever because I have a full time job and very little writing time, but it’s still a concept I’m proud of

[decafdino]

Wip Wednesday! And just under the wire too lol. Thank you to @nisbanisba @henrygrass @carlossreaders @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom and @emsprovisions for the tags. So happy (nervous?) to announce that I’m starting a new wip for bthb, my superhero au (which I have no outline for and am flying by the seat of my pants lol)

With Jonah momentarily out of earshot, Carlos feels himself slump slightly. His shifts as a Texas Ranger are a different breed from when he was a cop, but that doesn't mean they're any less tiring. "I had not one, but two foot-chases today. You'd think white collar criminals would know better."

"Oh?" TK murmurs, wrapping his arms around Carlos' waist. His hands thankfully stay above the fabric of his shirt.

"You'll never guess how the second one ended. I ran into the Blizzard. Again." It was a whole thing. Carlos is thankful he didn't slip on the ice this time, because Sam never would've let him hear the end of it. Over the years, Carlos and the Blizzard kept running into each other, but he figured he'd probably see a lot less of him since his switch to the Rangers. He now knows that is not the case. Sometimes, Carlos swears the Blizzard is magnetized to him.

TK chuckles. "Don't act like you don't secretly love the thrill of it."

"Working with a vigilante? Yeah, I love cleaning up his messes." He sighs, the weight of day falling heavier on his shoulders as he recalls it. "And now my captain is on my ass about arresting him."

[deathbypufferfish]

Midge made the journey on their boat to evergreen harbor to look for supplies and food to grow on the isle. They found a bunch of garbage they could salvage into "materials" (simoleons), a lemon, and a garbage omelet that gave them magical powers???

[hopefullyakotelife]

First and Last line Challenge

Tagged again by the lovely @hastalavistabyebye

I just know once it's finished it's gonna make you cry and I can't wait for your reaction XD

First line:

Lights glared down on armor plates while boots thundered down the corridors of the Resolute. Clones stopped once Wolffe stormed past them, standing straight and saluting the Commander. A gray shadow in a sea of blue. Wolffe wished his men were with him but they had their mission- and Wolffe had threatened them to high heaven if they messed this up for him…

Aaaaaand the Last line:

Fox’s helmet dropped to the floor. Cody raised his hand again, hesitating and too scared to touch this version of his baby brother. And then Fox flinched. He flinched. His head twitched with such force that his armor clinked and he took a step back, creating space between Cody and himself.

And this goes right back to you~~~ @hastalavistabyebye

And of course @ninjababypowpow I expect a new Kratos/Heimdall from you

[elenthyaolyenths]

(Edit: final result here)

Upcoming Aziraphale for the next "2-hours max" challenge.

Only 35 minutes left...

Listening to this

[mari-positas]

out of context wip challenge

thank you for the tag my darling! @strang3lov3 💕

the rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your unposted WIP with zero context.

as i sit here waiting for the emissions test on my car, i humbly offer a little (unedited) dark!joel with no context.

“Look at the flowers, baby,” Joel soothes, his fingers digging roughly into the softness of your hips. “Just look at the flowers.”

np tags 💕 @atticrissfinch @janaispunk @luxurychristmaspudding @endlessthxxghts @beardedjoel @freelancearsonist @missredherring @loliwrites @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @mothandpidgeon