#wip game

[vangh17a]

Twinpathy brush tests?

This file actually has a lot of concept art for @twinpathy!

most of it was testing out the patterned/shape brushes for the comic, which we've yet to use yet lmao

There's also this. This is.. Wonderfully out of context and no. I'm not going to elaborate. We'll get there when we get there!

[sunnyyyteaaa]

I'm gonna send these separately! :D

For Sun with the wip game, I'm curious about the comic style test :3c

🌻 ooh good first choice!

I made this a couple months back to sort of "test" how I want my more long-term comics to look. I was trying to find a balance between efficiency and quality :]

and as for the context... it's still very much in the works lol. I heard a good tip for starting your own comics was to straight up draw that one scene you just can't get out of your mind/ was what made you want to draw the comic in the first place, even if you haven't figured out the inbetweens yet. so that's what this is :)

[tyquu]

for the wip game can you do Untitled 5?

Chiss Eli (I cropped this down cause I kid you not it was a full blank page with just this in the corner)

[sidekick-hero]

the unparalleled and precious @flowercrowngods tagged me to post some lines of an unpublished wip with no context

The sound of someone inserting their key card into the slot is followed by the handle being pushed down. Then the door to the room opens, revealing the lucky guy who will have him for the next two hours.

He’s pretty, is the first thing that comes to Steve’s mind. Tall and slender, with a small waist and very nice arms decorated in black ink. Most stunning, however, is his face. The pale skin a tantalizing contrast to his pink lips, dark hair framing high cheekbones and deep brown eyes that look at him like a deer in the headlights.

Then, the door closes with a bang.

“Guys? There’s some dude sitting on my bed, you might wanna call security. I’ll hold down the door but you gotta hurry.” Eddie’s voice trembles slightly and Steve’s torn between worry and amusement.

Faintly he can hear the other men laughing and Eddie's indignant squeak. "What the hell are you laughing at? There`s a crazy stalker in my room! Probably armed and dangerous!"

"Oh yeah, I bet he has a big gun," Garrett/Gareth snorts, and Steve rolls his eyes at the very obvious, very bad joke. The guy probably thinks he's really funny.

Eddie seems to agree with Steve, even if unknowingly. "Har-bloody-har. Jeff, c'mon, tell me you at least take this seriously!"

This is one of those nights when Steve wishes he was smart enough, or at least ambitious enough to go to college, so he wouldn't have to make money on the side dealing with shit like this. At least most of his clients were easier to deal with, if not as easy on the eyes as this Eddie.

"Eddie, trust me, you can open the door. He's harmless."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's your birthday present!" Freak interrupts, clearly losing patience. "Gareth's right, we should have just made him put a bow on his dick and be done with it. At least then we wouldn't be standing here arguing."

Steve wonders if they know he can hear every word they say. Like everyone else in the surrounding rooms, because they're not exactly quiet. He just hopes nobody calls the cops.

"He's... What the fuck? You can't just give someone a person, that's human trafficking!"

Obviously tired of making a scene outside a hotel room, Jeff just opens the door and pulls Eddie inside, trusting the others to follow. They do, closing the door behind them, and then they all look at Steve, who is still sitting on the bed, regretting all his life choices that led him here.

He gives a little wave with his fingers. "Surprise."

Eddie blinks at him, speechless, his mouth slightly ajar. Despite the situation, he remains unfairly attractive, his wide eyes stirring something in Steve that he hesitates to explore further. Steve's knowledge of Eddie is limited to his questionable choice of friends, yet he feels an inexplicable urge to shield him from the world, to keep him safe. The urge is unexpected in itself, but even more so in the intensity with which it hits him.

"This is Steve," Gareth introduces, stumbling over his words. "And, uh, well, he... yeah. Guys?" Gareth glances around, hoping for support from the others, but they remain silent. Steve rises from his spot on the bed and approaches Eddie.

As he stands before him, Steve is enveloped in a mixture of clean body spray, shampoo, and a faint whiff of cigarette smoke. Eddie's eyes, even larger up close, hold a warm hue that is captivating. Steve flashes a smile, aiming for a blend of reassurance and flirtation.

"I'm Steve, and for the next two hours, I can be whatever you need," he declares, though technically, twenty minutes have already elapsed. Nevertheless, for Eddie, Steve is willing to make an exception.

tagging with no pressure, only appreciation: @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @hbyrde36, @runninriot, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @steddieas-shegoes

[fiveredlights]

squeeze my had 3 times in the back of a taxi… they’re so <333 (anything in this universe makes me insane /pos I’d love to hear more from it)

“I want a kid.” Max blurts out over breakfast one morning, and Daniel resolutely does not drop the fork he’s holding. 

“I want a kid,” He repeats again, stronger and confident. “And I know maybe right now isn’t the best time because we’re both still racing and I would never ask you to stop but maybe we can start thinking about it?”

Daniel still hasn’t said anything, so Max keeps talking. 

“Maybe we can buy a place in London so we can have somewhere permanent to stay when we both have to go to the factory instead of staying in hotels all the time because I think it’s not good for our kid to be travelling all the time if they do not want—”

The chair he’s sitting in screeches across the hardwood floor as Daniel hooks his foot around the leg, pulling him closer. He’s tangled their legs together, and has his hands on Max’s forearms. “Max, baby. Repeat the first four words for me again, I might be hearing things.”

“I want a kid. With you.” He adds on for good measure.

[adiduck]

WIP Poll Game

Well, let's try this again.

As Finish Your Fucking Fanfics Friday is imminent, and I have a general goal of finishing SOMETHING this month (please, please, ONE THING self, please focus...), I have created a poll! This includes all the fics I think I can actually finish in the remaining time I have in April if I actually put in some effort. Y'all know the drill for this: vote for what you want me to write! I will write one sentence for every vote a fic receives.

Go forth and vote! Have fun!

[chiscribbs]

:|a Disconnected ConArt (ROTTMNT) ? :3

The Concept Art canvas for my Disconnected AU!

Tbh, I've shared a good bit of what's on this one already, lol Not a lot left to show, except for this semi-old sketch:

It's an early concept of the Firewall, based off of this gaming device I saw which allowed a person to play video games using only their brain (forgot what the device was called). Proooobably not what it'll end up looking like in the long-run, but that's why it's just "concept art" lol

[superfruitland]

"mopers" is such a good file name aldjflsjdf

i know right sjkfnh <3 it's actually a twinpathy wip, one of the few more recent ones on the list.

it has a purpose, or well... had a purpose, but i think i can do better than this. it was drawn late at night, super distracted, just to get the thought down. they be moping. mopey mopers.

...sorry vane if this is how you find out i got a better idea. i cant remember if i told you or not HSJFNGNJJ

[moorishflower]

"This is Fine (A Wedding Song)" for the wip game 👀

Hob knows better. You deal with all sorts when you accidentally engage yourself to the King of Dreams. (This is the fic where Hob and Dream have to be pretend-engaged!)

"Hullo!" the young man says. He's wearing a green hoodie with a darker green design on the front of it. Hob has to squint to make it out, but it looks like one of those Green Man symbols you see above pubs sometimes. There's...there's just an awful lot of green, and he's starting to get a bit of a bad feeling about it. "Gosh, it's nice to finally meet you in person. Consort to the Dream King! Can't even tell you how long we've been waiting for someone to put a ring on that. Must be a few thousand years, at least? He's always seemed so lonely to me, you know, even when he'd come over for a tryst with Her Nibs, not that that happened often. Only once or twice, I think. She tends to get clingy. Can I have your name?" It's on the tip of his tongue, Hob, he can feel the huff of air behind his teeth and the movement of his tongue, the short, sharp vibration in his throat... You fucking know better, he thinks, and snaps his mouth shut. The young man's eyes glimmer strangely, like light reflecting off a slowly-moving pool. "Oh, well done," he says, sounding...begrudgingly approving. "I wouldn't have kept it, you know. Can you imagine, me trying to keep the name of the Dreamlord's consort? I'd be a smear on the pavement. But I'd hate to think he's marrying someone stupid."

[000marie198]

"They say never meet your heroes. Tails understands why" 👀🍵 ??

Ofcourse! :] I don't have a lot written for this and it is a oneshot story. Here's what's written so far

A firm squeeze on his shoulder broke him out of his reverie and he glanced up at the silent hedgehog leaning on him. Unable to sign without letting go of the support, Sonic pointed at an overgrown patch of bush covering some outcropping. Tails didn't hesitate navigating them towards it, heartbeat growing frantic as he felt the hedgehog's weight slowly increasing on him, the peach arm around his shoulders going limp. "Sonic?" His voice squeaked out with a hint of panic, the only indication his brother had heard him being the terrifyingly weak squeeze. He hurried towards the jutting rocks, thoughts running a mile a minute. He had never seen Sonic this weak before.

Thanks for the ask!

Wip game

[signiorbenedickofpadua]

Oooo lecturing for the wip game?

As you wish, dear anon! Several of you asked about this one, so I put a quick summary of the premise as well as a snippet from the fic in PART ONE, a continuation in PART TWO, and here in part three you'll finally get to know the identity of the mysterious stranger, though our story doesn't end with this revelation. It ends...when I finally save this fic from its in-progress status and finish it. Whenever that is... (List of titles in the og WIP game post here.)

PART THREE

“You seem tired.” Hob blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” The man bowed his head a little, chastened. “Ah. My apologies. Let me rephrase. You look like you could use a coffee. May I buy you one?” Ah, fuck. Here we go, Hob thought. He had really wished he had just been vain enough to have imagined the mutual attraction, but no such luck, apparently.

“I can’t,” he said. The man cocked his head. “No? May I ask why?” “Well, uh, it’s sounds a bit like it would be a date, doesn’t it?” “Yes. That was my intention.” “So I can’t. Obviously.” The man’s brow furrowed slightly. “I am afraid it is not obvious to me. Would you care to enlighten me?” Cursing inwardly, Hob steeled himself as it looked like he was going to have to actually argue his case. “Well, while the university has not outright banned it yet, we are strongly discouraged from engaging in relationships with students, and for good reason, in my opinion. So. I can’t. Sorry.” The man’s lips twitched in something like amusement again. “Ah. So it’s my being a student which troubles you?” When Hob nodded with a tight, apologetic smile, he reached into his coat pocket (and how he could stand wearing that indoors in a stuffy room like this, even unbuttoned, Hob had no idea). He produced a small rectangular object which he held out for inspection, saying, “Then perhaps this will set your mind at ease.” Hob looked down at what proved to be a university-issued access card featuring a grainy photo of the man and the name Morpheus Amaranth followed by a string of degree abbreviations, most of which Hob could not immediately decipher. He stared at it for a good couple of seconds before it finally clicked. “You work here?” “Over at Medical. Research.” “You’re…not actually taking this course, are you?” The man—Morpheus, apparently—did give him a small smile then. “No.” Hob deflated a little as a good amount of tension finally seeped out of his shoulders. “Oh thank God,” he said emphatically. “Then what are you doing here?” “I could tell you over coffee, if the ethics of student–teacher relationships were, indeed, your only reservation.” Knowing that he was now free to do so, Hob looked Morpheus over with a new eye. A very appreciative eye. He wet his lips and said, “Yeah. I’d like that.”

[vangh17a]

🌻 I WANNA KNKW ABOUT THE DTIYSCONCEPT WIP!!

YEAH!!

Laughing at the fact that I have. Given this boy. A chin.

His face used to be so flat when I'd draw him LMAO

I don't remember why I scrapped this one other than the fact I wasn't vibing anymore with it. But it was still heavily inspired by the song Cabinet Man, by Lemon Demon... which was one of the main inspos for Wanderer! :D

[sunnyyyteaaa]

WIP Game!

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

🌻🌺 ok we're both doing this 😁 a lot of the wips are pretty old, and we've got some animatics stored in here too :)

sun's:

when i was younger

leo and frida

set_dock_intro_SB

bring donnie back to life

FUSION

shell problems

comic style test

family yoga_v1

and tea's:

untitled artwork 1

untitled artwork 2

untitled artwork 3

untitled artwork 4

untitled artwork 5

donnaaa

donut hole

unmaking redraw

(🌺 apologies i am terrible at naming things 😭)

tag list! (/nf)

@miniyunart @dying-marshmallo @koolaidashley

...and anyone else that wants to try!

[ash-and-starlight]

let’s go divorce speedrun babey 😇🫡

pov you’re aunt wu 😌

[midoristeashop]

can we see human! toothiana?? 🙏

HERE SHE IS

It occurred to me that I haven’t drawn any of the other guardians and that is a CRIME

Also warrior tooth>>

[fiveredlights]

Daniel retirement fic!! Hope your hand feels better soon❤️❤️🙏🏼

thank you anon <3 (for context i wrote this in the hotel room after watching ausgp 2024 qualifying so i was spiralling and real daniel was like don't spiral and i was like i'm already half way down that staircase okay i'm gonna spiral)

“Daniel…” Max starts, but he cuts him off quickly. He pushes himself to sit up, he can’t have this conversation staring up at the roof like he’s laying in his own casket. “I can’t do another year of this.” 

“I can’t give all of myself to get nothing back. I’m not going to do it again, fuck. I can’t, Max—I can’t do it again—I,” his voice breaks at the last word, and Max wipes away the wetness from his cheeks. He hadn’t even noticed he was crying. 

Max pulls his head down slightly to kiss his forehead, the corner of his eyes, before eventually kissing his lips, softly.

“Daniel.” Max holds his face in his hands and everything goes quiet. The sirens, the people laughing down on the street, it’s all quiet. He’s not Daniel Ricciardo, racing driver and Max isn’t Max Verstappen, world champion. They’re just Daniel and Max. 

“I think you should not do things if they make you unhappy. So, if you want to…stop racing,” Max has always been very careful not to say the word retire, like it hasn’t been knocking around in the back of his head since 2022, “then it will be okay. It will be okay.” 

“Yeah?”

Max smiles wide and true, one of those soft ones only Daniel gets to see. “Yes, Daniel. No matter what you choose I will be with you. And I will be proud of you.”