#wip: s&h

[hazelnutnebula]

guy fights OVERSIZED BUGS in spanish castle with a single raid can (SURVIVDED) (???)

[letmeinimafairy]

The process of making this pendant . Two layers, the first one with text and bullet holes, then a layer of varnish, and the second one with a portrait, trying to capture Alan Alda's face.

I started taking more process pics, should I post more of these? Not sure how useful or interesting it is, but I think I'm getting into capturing the process and talking about ideas

[eruptedinlight]

You mean i have to color this now this is bullshit

[skltart]

back on my bullshit but this time I've read maple syrup

[musicinherhead]

I cannot stop thinking about the kiss, yes, but the second kiss? When Laudna admits to thinking she’s a bad person, and Imogen refuted it and Laudna kisses her again before explaining everything that happened with Bor’Dor and Delilah???? What if it was a kiss she took out of fear Imogen would rebuke her for her actions? What if it was a kiss she took because she wasn’t sure she’d get another????

Imogen would never turn her away but what if Laudna truly didn’t comprehend that in the seconds before the second kiss? What if she thought it’d be their last??? What then???

[void-botanist]

♾️ ♾️ ♾️ lets GO

From this ask game.

YEAH BOY

27. Small Memory by Jon Hopkins

Hoven sat on the moss-edged bench, rubbing at the bridge of his snout like it would make the tears stop prickling at his eyes. When he turned back, Syndy wasn’t there. She was still forty feet away, standing stiffly over the half ledger stone he’d just been standing at. Her head was tilted to stare down at it, but nothing below her neck had shifted in turn. Her hands still clutched the label-ridden silver tin that held Gweltsen. Behind her, the clouds had fully gathered in preparation for an early-autumn storm, the breeze sending a handful of fallen leaves skittering across the sea of flat gravestones, ruffling the skirts of her deep blue dress around her knees. It felt like she would never move from that half-silhouetted spot, as though she too was part of the grave marker, but then she was stepping with haste down the row, her head still bowed, her face haloed by windblown locks of grey. When she reached him, she stood over him, casting him in vague shadow. Slowly, the angle of her neck eased, and she met his eyes with a look he could only describe as haunted. “I can’t do it.”

64. bad idea by Ariana Grande

It really was a lavish affair, this wedding. Fabian doubted his family could have done any better. In fact, their version would have been worse—more straight-laced, less free-flowing with the brandy. Accepting his sidecar from the bartender, he turned to get a visual on the foreigner who’d been half-orbiting Isabel since the ceremony. They were tall, and loud, and beautiful in their oddly cut suit, so it shouldn’t be this hard to find them—ah. They were sitting at the other end of the bar, with an empty seat on either side of them, like an open invitation. He tried not to think about what it would mean if it wasn’t an invitation as he moved over to one of those seats. They glanced up as he put a hand on a seat beside them. “This seat taken?” he asked. “It is now,” they said with a smile that definitely was inviting. He set his drink on the bar and took his place. “I’m Fabian. He-him.” “Oh, so you’re Fabian. I’ve been wondering.” “Have you heard about me?” If they heard it from Isabel who knew what had been said. “Oh, sure,” they said with a grin. “Good things, though. Very good things.” “Really? Well, if a gentleman such as yourself would like to do more than hear, I think I could arrange that. What’s your name?” They waved a hand as though they were trying to erase something. “Look at me, being rude. I’m Tatiana, she-her or whatever you feel like.” Shit. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” “I didn’t say you assumed wrong,” they said, running their tongue along their back teeth in a way that was probably not meant to be seductive but worked on him anyway. “I’ll be anyone’s gentleman for a good arrangement.”

40. Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police

This one is probably on here because it's on a Spinder/Isabel playlist but I decided to go Wylie/Vy instead:

She always leaves me with the umbrella, says I need it more, because if I get wet then I’ll get cold. Law of evaporation. Unfortunately she’s right, but she never stays under the umbrella either. She’s always two stalls ahead of me in the market while I’m a one-swl procession, making my way down the middle with all the shopping bags on my arms. I guess I should be flattered in a nebulous kind of way. She’s rarely excited enough to go flitting around like this, but then she’s never been to an open market in fourth. Never been home with me in this home that isn’t home. And to watch her, it’s…I wonder if I have that same soft look on my face that my parents always have for each other. I wonder if she can tell.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[onekisstotakewithme]

Tell People About Your WIPs

make a list of all your WIPs with a brief description of each and then people can ask you questions about them and then tag other people.

tagged by the creator of this game, @mihrsuri, and will in turn say 'anyone who wants to, feel free' but specifically of the westie besties Lil didn't tag, I'm yelling at @claudiajcregg 💜 I've been agonizing over having nothing to publish for ages now 😭

Currently Active:

Close to the Heart, aka MASH noir AU where Hawkeye is still a doctor, and Peg comes to him wanting him to kill her husband.

the west wing post-canon wedding: CJ and Danny try and make it work after CJ decides to stay in the WH, can't make it work, break up... all of which is backstory to the two of them reuniting at Charlie and Zoey's wedding a few months later... and going from there

the "BJ accidentally follows Hawkeye to a gay meet up, learns some things" WIP that I have been agonizing over.

the valentine's day tww discord prompt fulfillment (I know I'm not in the discord but humour me, i did the christmas exchange) that starts during "Manchester".

Things that Should be Active (but Aren't)

the prompt fulfillment for the Josh/Donna Rom-Com exchange in which I Romcomify "Inauguration: Over There" (I have words written for it, but not many. that was a busy week lol.)

President!CJ - you know the drill. I keep calling it president!CJ but the actual name should be "CJ runs for President and Ally rambles her ass off trying to make it happen". Anyone looking for a full time volunteer job as my research assistant to make this story happy, apply within.

The Requiem First Time Smut - it's six thousand words long and contains only one orgasm so far. aka the wednesday night where CJ shows up and they 'don't reallly talk' (except nobody is naked yet because they can't stop fucking talking!)

Random WIPs that can't even be considered in the same realm as active, yes i'm as annoyed about it as everyone else.

tww plane crash au - on the way back from a summit in Japan, AF1 crashes on a small island in the South Pacific. This project is my baby but alas. Featuring bioluminescence, sex cabanas and copious amounts of Repentance.

sperm donor AU - canon divergent in s5 of tww, after slow news day et al, where CJ starts seriously thinking about her life post-administration... and having a kid. Coincidentally, Danny comes back into her life around the same time.

mash triad ski au - BJ and Peg go on vacation over Christmas of 1998, and meet another skiier when they all get trapped on a chair lift together 😉

triad wedding - I include this on every list (sigh) just because a whole draft exists, it just needs to be burned to the ground, chopped up with a machete and started from scratch and I burned out hard wriitng draft one. Anyway, final part of the first "arc" of Home verse. BJ, Peg and Hawkeye get 'married'.

Ambassador Spock - genuinely don't think I've touched this since 2021 but. Kirk is still captain of the Enterprise, charged with bringing the Vulcan ambassadors (Sarek and his son Spock) to a summit, "Journey to Babel" style only with more Spirk.

[clingtomefic]

[gs0nk]

I cooked somethin! R/atio x A/rgenty P/enacony vacation-

bless their dynamic, xoxo

[bbreaddog]

42 for literally anything 💜

Ha. Well.

But now, Bobby is slowly sliding his palm up between Luke’s shoulder blades, applying a good amount of pressure that has Luke biting back a groan.

“That’s it,” Bobby breathes. “You’re being so good for me.”

Fuck. How is he gonna survive?

Send me a word count of up to 150, and I’ll write that much for my wips and post what I’ve written

[stupidscav]

ok guys

I am. working on a ref (it's going horribly why does it look like that)

[superbatdisasterblog]

Okay so I know it’s popular in fandom to think that Bruce is a bad cook BUT…

I think Bruce would be a good cook. After his parents were murdered, he would spend so much of his time in the kitchen, watching Alfred cook (he has to make sure Alfred is still there, and the house is big and quiet and suddenly scary where it used to be filled with light, so he needs to watch over Alfred to keep the shadows at bay—). He would learn by observing: taking special note of how Alfred prepares all the ingredients before cooking, how long each vegetable needs to be sauteed to keep that slight crunch, how greens should be prepared so they keep that vibrant, bright texture…

So Bruce cooks a nice meal for Clark one night, and when Clark expresses surprise that Bruce knows how to cook… he doesn’t say anything. He just thinks about all the late nights he spent in the kitchen, watching Alfred cook for just the two of them.

[venusofsuburbia]

working title: purple sunrise

once, vanessa byrd was a gifted young psychic, part of an elite team of spiritualists working for the paranormal investigative division of the FBI. but that was ten years ago, and now she has a new life in a remote town in the california desert, far away from angels, demons, prophets, and prayers. but when an old flame tracks her down to deliver a warning, vanessa begins to discover all the ways that her past has irrevocably shaped her future— and that what lies behind also lies ahead.

surely some revelation is at hand.

[not-here-dragon-subway]

look at my wip, boy (I desperately need to change the pillars to my upmost thankfuckery)