#work in progress wednesday

[nightcitysteve]

She really needs a name besides V

[razildor]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @holdingontojupiter and @thequeenofthewinter , thanks!

I'm still behind on tags, but I'll get them done at some point 🤣

Tagging: @heylittleriotact @ollypopwrites @farore05 @thepalehorsevictoria @aldisobey @redheadsramblings @rooks-leather-jumpsuit @silshinobii whoever else who wants to do it!

So, there is a little change of setting this time! This one is with my Qunari male Hakiem Ingellvar turning Emmrich into a whimpering mess.

Hakiem stares up at Emmrich, fists balled into the sheets as a gold-ringed hand slowly strokes over the Qunari's aching cock

Emmrich slowly rolls his hips, taking more of Hakiem's cock deep inside him, legs shaking, nails digging into the Qunari's skin, small strings of gasps escape from his kissed swollen lips as the Qunari's cock pressed against the bundle of nerves, focusing deep breaths through the Mage's lungs.

“Good boy.”

Hakiem's praise pulls a whimper from Emmrich, bolts of pleasure down his body and to his cock that sits heavy between them, on the verge of coming, deep breaths to come his facing heart, nails digging more into Hakiem's flesh as the Qunari shifts to sink deeper into Emmrich, only stopping once his balls sit against the Mage's backside.

“Oh- Darling! One-e moment, please!”

A rumbling chuckle leaves Hakiem's chest, a large hand coming to rest on a cheek, squeezing the soft flesh followed by a slight rolling of hips, coming to a standstill as a whimper fills the air from Emmrich.

“Does it feel great, Kadan? Do you feel full with how deeply I reach?” Hakiem shifts upwards on his hands, keeping his lower body still as Emmrich adjusts to his size, lips softly brushing along the Mage's as he pants softly, sweat starting to form on his brow. The feeling of the younger man's stubble scratching hid heated skin as he spoke, lifting gold-ringed hands to rest on broad shoulders.

“I-it- you truly feel marvelous, dearest… Ah! I'll- I'll be feeling this for the day I'm sure.”

“Hm, then I'm not doing a good enough job.”

“What?!”

A large hand runs through length of Emmrich's back, up past his neck and through strands of hair, taking a grip to slowly pull his head back, a gasp followed by a graze of teeth along pale skin, a rumble of a growl from the Qunari that send shivers down Emmrich's spine.

“I want you screaming my name until it's heard all over Thedas, I want to feel your nail digging into my back, scratching until blood is drawn. I want to see your body melt fully from pleasure from my cock.”

[haedia]

WIP Wednesday ON WEDNESDAY???

Holy crap, I'm participating ON ACTUAL WEDNESDAY???

Will wonders never cease?

Anyway. Can y'all guess what fic I started reading on the plane?

This is going to be of Teia in the end, though, not Rook. I was too taken with the idea of Teia being a kickass solo ice skating queen (Viago is watching her, of course, and will probably have a paired image with it) and so this happened.

I'm gonna be working up a lot of layouts and compositions while on my trip, then refining/finishing them when I get back into town. This computer, though nice, is not up to the task of handling what I do to these files. XD

(if you haven't read Pathos yet, you should do it. It's fantastic.)

[zuppizup]

Work in Progress Wednesday

It's still Wednesday somewhere, right?

“You need to make sure the waist belt is plenty tight,” Rayla explains, grabbing the end of the belt and pulling it a little tighter. “That’s what’s mostly going to save you if you fall.” “Cool,” Callum mumbles, feeling super awkward about her touching his waist, even if it’s to save his life or whatever. “The leg loops don’t have to be that tight,”

Rayla continues, and for a mortifying second, he wonders if she’s going to test his leg loops too,

“but they shouldn’t be loose either.” “Uh huh,” he feels his mouth go dry as he checks his own legs loops. “All right, let's get you clipped in,” Rayla steps forward again, reaching for the thick loop protruding from his harness and clipping two metal clasp things into it. His brain takes a little hike as she explains how the clips work and what they’re for and Callum makes a valiant effort to listen but she’s playing with the loop and the clips and she’s very close to him and this whole situation is beyond awkward.

It's me, back on my modern AU bullshit!

[scrumpylikesthings]

I succumbed to the desire to cast on a new project. I've had the hedgehog fibers yarn set aside for the Bifurca Vest by Teti Lutsak and I'm so in love oh my gawd.

[prettygoododds]

Thank you @nausikaaa for the tag

Still typing away on *checks notes* 4 open WIPs. I vaguely remember a time when I told myself only one project at a time. I know, I’m laughing too. I’m only going to share from one today and it’s the one I hope to post in the next 10 days to say I contributed to EGF:

“You smoke?” he asks, turning his dumb blues eyes toward me.

“No,” I reply dryly, blowing smoke out the side of my mouth toward him.

“Is that why you were always hiding out near the fucking catacombs?” I shrug and it’s as good as a yes.

Simon nods, and takes my cigarette as I lift my hand to take another puff. I think he’s going to toss it over the ledge, lecture me about the dangers of my one vice (other than him). Instead he puts it to his own mouth and takes a long, practice drag. Blowing it out his nose and lips and I have to remember how to breathe just watching the spectacle.

“Good as place as any, I suppose,” he continues. “Place gave everyone the creeps. No one would find you there.”

“You did,” I remind him.

“Yeah,” he says with a big grin and mischief twinkling in his eyes. “But I was looking.”

I did make more progress on my crochet buffalo and the little critter should be done by the end of the week (fingers crossed).

Hope everyone has a great Wednesday!

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@noblecorgi @bookish-bogwitch @talentpiper11

[galluslonging]

W.I.P. Wednesday but it's on Thursday

Hi everyone! so i finished my latest playthrough the other week and immediately fell into the bottomless pit that is missing Neve Gallus. to make matters worse, i was then assigned a big work project that destroyed all the creative spirit left in my body.

all that said, i am still very much here and writing as much as i can!

thank you so much for tagging me and thinking of me @nyx-de-riva @biowaredisasterbisexual and everyone else who has tagged me in something the last couple weeks ❤️❤️❤️!

i'm tagging @caughtnyact @future-ghoost @hedwigoprah @dymme @jouskaroo and anyone else interested in sharing their stories!

the first chapter of my latest nevexrook series complete and i'm working on the second! here's an unedited snippet from chapter two:

The diminutive, unassuming cottage on the far end of the village just outside Afsaana might’ve seemed welcoming to anyone else. Neve Gallus, however, felt something quite different. To say she was nervous would’ve been the understatement of the century. She dried her clammy hands on her pant leg before grabbing the warm, calloused hand next to her. Rook turned to her with a smile filled with wordless comfort and she inhaled deeply as they continued toward the entryway. Dock Town’s hope was hoping for a lot things as Rook’s arm extended to grab the door knocker.

[talentpiper11]

Work in Progress Wednesday

Hey all! Long time no WIPW. I moved recently and my creative juices have been running pretty low, but I’m settling in now.

I’ve been working (since before the move) on a series of small paintings for @monbons’s lovely fic, The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch. Each piece corresponds to a particular chronological point in the 42,000 word fic, highlighting inflection points in the titular character’s life experiences. Here, then, are the first 2 of a planned 5 painting set:

And a close up of the tiny Baz, pencil lead for scale:

And yes, all of the paintings are on old floppy disks! An explanation of my intentions for each after some no-pressure tags and hellos:

@monbons @rimeswithpurple @larkral @raenestee @youarenevertooold @simonsnowsfreckles @prettygoododds @roomwithanopenfire @ebbpettier and anyone else who’d like to post something but hasn’t been tagged yet!

Okay now, warning, spoilers for Eternal Life ahead:

The first piece shows Baz’s scene in the forest behind his childhood home, a variety of trinkets buried at the riverbed as his aunt had taught him. In the thin moonlight, the too-dark shadow of the darkness-called-Lamb stands in stark silhouette.

The second piece shows Baz sitting under a tree in a London park at dusk, reading. He is framed by peonies and gladioluses on either side. The odd-numbered peonies suggest love and a new beginning, but also hint at bad luck. The gladiolus variety I chose literally symbolizes “I will pierce your heart.”

[chengxiancheng-heaven]

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[aristocratic-otter]

Keeping my resolution, here's SOME of my WIPs.

(I am a little behind on reading your lovely WIPs, my friends. I'll catch up over the weekend).

Thank you to @j-nipper-95, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bookishbroadwayandblind, \

@artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @youarenevertooold, \

@confused-bi-queer, @monbons, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @leithillustration and

@rimeswithpurple for the tags.

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

A new voice, one that makes my spine itch, comes from the shadows under the porch. Tarleton. “They can’t have gone far,” he snarls. “Mount up, gather the men. Set off in each cardinal direction and run through the night if you have to. Such a large party would have had to leave a trace!”

Penny’s hand creeps over and squeezes mine as we watch every man jack of them run to gather their things and mount their horses. Within minutes, the Bunce homestead is empty of anyone but us. Tarleton is the last to go, riding his grey gelding towards Charleston harbor and the British base there. Probably to report this latest outrage perpetrated by the Snow Fox.

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

He rolls his eyes at me, and then says, “come, help me with dinner. You can start boiling the water for the rice. I’ll chop the vegetables, since I’ve got both hands free.”

It takes some juggling, but I manage to do as Baz asks. Then he takes Abigail and directs me to debone the chicken (probably didn’t want to get his pretty hands dirty) (I don’t mind—I like his hands as they are). 

Abigail watches this all with big eyes and one tiny thumb pressed between her lips. It’s very cute. 

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

For the rest of the time I’m not patrolling or sleeping, I’m exploring the house and grounds. I’m doing my best to make myself a home here. With luck, this will be my home for the next several years. 

Winter is coming on fast. I try to ignore the persistent chill in the air during my night patrols. I deal with it by keeping the fire lit in my bedroom and wrapping up warmly before leaving the house. 

If sometimes the chill is more due to the lonely emptiness of the house, I pretend that it’s not.

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@melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist,  @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean,

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@alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus,  @blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla, @letraspal,

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @emeryhalll, @larkral,

@ebbpettier, @argumentativeantitheticalg, 

[curiousityoctaves]

Working on a new polin story. Heavy angst because that is my mood, but polin HEA because that is joy and resistance to me. <3

Exerpt:

Colin had come home earlier this evening. He could not stay away.

As deeply as her betrayal still lingered, he could not, would not, abide by the way he had found her upon returning home last night.

It had been quite late–shamefully so–to leave one’s newly wedded wife alone well beyond evening into the night. But Colin could not face her. He could not stomach the disappointment and futility that coursed through him whenever he saw her milling about their home.

She looked beautiful there, just as he had imagined she would, but nothing was right about it. It was unbearable to face this new life with the woman so dearly etched into his heart; yet had altered into a stranger before his very eyes, making him question everything he had once treasured, everything he had felt certain of.

[weirdcatperson1]

Work In Progress Wednesday

Jo: also Sifo you know Dooku is going to absolutely maul you in that position, yes? People are going to ask if you had a run in with a vampire. I still have to remind him not to leave marks after all these years.

Si: lol

Si: 1. That’s The Whole Point 2. u can pilot w ur pants off. It’s not like theres anything to do except if there are pirates or like asteroids 3. i am aware doo cannot keep his teeth to himself. in fact im counting on it

Jo: I always forget you like bitting almost as much as Dooku

Jo: It just feels wrong to have my pants off in case of emergency

Si: rlly? I know doo has done it an it’s been fine

Jo: …you are such a bad influence

[zuppizup]

Bloodthirsty II

The curse races through her veins, her body practically shaking as her mouth begins to salivate.

Take his life. Use it for her own.

Take him, take him, take him-

She drops him to the forest floor, stepping over his prone form even as her hands shake.

He wheezes as he stares up at her, frozen rigid, it seems.

It would be easy… so easy.

Take his life, use the power she would gain from his blood.

“Run,” she gasps at him, clenching her fists.

He remains rooted to the spot, frozen in fear.

“I said run!” she screams at him, squeezing her eyes shut.

She keeps her eyes closed as she hears him scurry to his feet, other noises too.

- Follow up to my Bloodmoon Rayla fic, Bloodthirsty. To be posted as part of Snake Boi Callum week.

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

There are still a few hours left on this Wednesday, so I will share a bit of my WIP. Some of these lines are new, as I did a bit of editing tonight. This is from my Star Wars Prequel AU. This scene fragment is from the first chapter, with my OCs, Kalara and her mother, Varya. Both are Witches of Dathomir.

“Are you going to tell me what you saw?” Kalara bites her lip.  She sees her mother watching her from the corner of her eye.  Her mother knows of her visions.  Kalara used to tell her mother about them.  But as she has gotten older, she realizes that her dreams and visions scare her mother. Reluctantly, Kalara tells her.  At the mention of the men with swords, Varya blanches.  She stumbles over a rock. Kalara felt her mother’s shock.  “Mama, what’s wrong?” Varya pulls on the Filoni’s reins.  He growls in protest.  They come to a halt.  Varya takes her daughter’s hand, clutching it tightly.  “Kali, those men are Jai.” Kalara stares at her, eyes wide.  According to the legends, a Jai was a powerful male witch from the stars.  In the Basic tongue, they were called Jedi.  Great Mother Allya was said to have belonged to an Order of these Jedi before coming to Dathomir. But Varya wasn’t done surprising her daughter.  “Your father is also a Jai.”

Kalara nearly fell off Filoni.  The only thing keeping her in place was her mother.  She shakes her head in confusion and disbelief. “Mama, are you sure?  What happened to him?  Why isn’t he still your mate?” Varya sighs at the barrage of questions.  She shouldn’t be surprised, as Kalara has always been a curious child.  She was always seeking knowledge and desired to understand the world around her.  It was one reason why Varya avoided the subject of mating or tried to distract her daughter when one of their Sisters would bring up her lack of a mate.

“Kali, I know your father was a Jai.  I could sense the power in him.  He put up a good fight, with or without his sword.”  Varya smiles wistfully at the memory.  But then it’s gone again.  “Your father is back amongst the stars.  He saved me from a chirodactyl, so I set him free.  He did not want to stay.  But he gave me you, so our short time together was worth it.” Kalara ponders her mother’s words.  She senses the truth in them.  And yet, Kalara believes there is more to the story.  But she wouldn’t dare question her mother.  As she turns her thoughts to her father, she feels a pang in her chest.  Why wouldn’t he stay for me?

Tagging @tempests-of-hope @shrinkthisviolet @thechaoticfanartist @illegalcerebral @watermeezer

@curiousdamage @witchofthemidlands @wanderingspiritys @arrthurpendragon @tidela471

[razildor]

Work-in-progress Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter thank! I'm still behind on tags, but I'm hoping to catch up soon! Posting on the phone is a nightmare damn.

Tagging: @holdingontojupiter @heylittleriotact @ollypopwrites @farore05 @thepalehorsevictoria @silshinobii @redheadsramblings @aldisobey and any or the normal people I tag lmao love you all

I've slowly been working on chapter 2 of Broken boards, Gilded Hands. Here's what I have so far!

Rook sighs deeply as she closes the back door from the bar she works at, stepping into the streetlight, Double shift with little to show for it in forms of tips. Great. Just great. She was hoping to earn enough to cover food for the rest of the week just enough to tie her over until payday. Shoving her coat on Rook heads down the street, towards the nearby store, looking to buy something to eat.

After paying for some cheap instant noodles, Rook heads towards the bus stop, digging into her pocket for some change, her heart dropping at the little amount.

“Fuck… Guess I'm walking, it's gonna take me at least an hour, but at least the weather's holding up.”

Walking away from the bus stop and into the night, Rook reflects on the last few days, wondering why the Maker made her his punching bag for the week, rubbing her face she winces in pain, the bruise there still smarts but thankfully no lasting damage, if you don’t count her pride. Rook’s mind flashed to hazel eyes filled with kindness and concern, hands covered in gold rings. She wonders what they would feel long running along her cheek, would the coldness of the rings cool her painful cheek, what would the fingers feel like slowly trailing down to hold her jaw with such gentleness as there was in the hazel eyes. Or the feeling as the hand comes to rest around her neck, adoring it with gold-

“Fuck! I’m an idiot… I really need to get laid, Maker’s balls I barely even know the guy!” Rook tells herself with a shake of her head, sighing as she continues to walk down the street under the streetlights, pulling her jacket closer to ward off the cold of the night. She was glad for the day off, she can figure out how to get some cash together to replace the cracked screen, maybe sell some of her crap that’s gathering dust in her apartment. Yeah, worth a try at least.

Rook frowns as she sees a water droplet suddenly land on her screen. Surely it’s not raining? Right? Another land, and another. 

“Aw shit-”

A sudden downpour comes over the woman, drenching her to the bone in mere moments as she runs along the street, taking a corner where she knew a place that should still be open at this time. Unless the Maker is really out to get her, a small cafe she gets her coffee from when she can afford it. An old fashioned place tucked away from the main part of the city. Seeing the lights and the flashing Open sign, Rook lets out a sigh of relief, heading in quickly.

The place was empty save for a few people Rook didn’t bother to look at, instead making sure she doesn’t drip all over the floor and give the workers even more work to do on closing. Taking a seat near the back close to the radiator, Rook peeled off her soaked jacket, draping it over the radiator to let it dry. Looking out the window, the rain was getting more heavy by the minute. She was glad to be close to the Cafe before it got really worse. 

Rook takes a window seat with a groan, glad to be off her feet at last, a twelve hour shift is brutal with little breaks between the hours. Rook idly plays on her phone, replying to a few messages she missed from Bellara, another from Neve asking if she was coming around in the week for dinner. She was grateful for the offer. She hated to fall back onto Neve during the tough times in the months. As Rook was replying a sudden flash from outside the window followed by a rolling thunder, making her jump, dropping the phone to the table with a thud that drew the attention of a few of the other customers yet they returned to their own drinks or laptops. 

Rook slowly took a few steady breaths, trying not to let the panic set in, such a silly fear she thought, yet it always drew bad memories for her. Flashes of someone’s face that she wishes to erase from her life yet always found a way to haunt her, be it in her dreams or during a damn thunderstorm. Fuck. She didn't need to be reminded of him and how he made her-

“Rook?”

The voice of someone oddly familiar snaps her out of her thoughts, head spinning to stare at hazel eyes, framed by a pair of reading glasses that perch on a noble nose- ah shit it was.

“Old man-... Emmrich?”

The frown that started to form on the man's lips quickly faded into a smile as he heard Rook correct herself, nodding as he took a step forward, standing on the opposite side of the time to give her space.

“That's right, I hope you're doing well? I see most of the swelling has gone down”

Rook brings a hand to touch the bruise, wincing a little from the lingering pain, yet a grin forms on her own lips. letting the hand fall to the table with a shrug, trying to calm her beating heart - because of the storm and not because of the handsome looking gentleman across from her- WAIT! 

“Ah.. Ye-yeah! It wasn't anything too bad, not the worst bailout I’ve had and won't be the last.”

She explains, waving nonchalant hands around, swearing Emmrich's eyes flicker to watch it for a second.

“Hm, I take it you had a- as you put it “bailout” that resulted in that stiff left wrist of yours?”

Rook looks at Emmrich, then to the hand she was waving around, then back to him, and his small little smile at the corner of his lips. Fuck how did he-

“How did you know?”

“Ah, my dear. I know the finer points of anatomy.”

Why in the Maker’s unwashed underwear did that sound hot?!

Her face blushed red at the thought, quickly covering it with a clear of her throat before looking at him.

“R-right, what are you a doc or something?”

A twitch of lips followed by a huff of laughter. 

“I’m afraid not, I teach the acts of Necromancy along Fade Studies at the Nevarran University.”

—-

Emmrich groans, the hand holding the cigarette out the car window shakes, the other threaded through Rook's hair, her tongue slowly running up his cock.

“Ah! Rook! Yo-you don't have to d-do this. I need no repayment for your phone.”

“I want to.”

Fuck 

Emmrich wets dry lips, half lidded eyes looking down at the redhead slowly taking him between her lips, his head pressed into the headrest, an uneasy hand bringing the cigarette to his lips, exhaling the smoke above them followed by a moan. 

“Oh, darling, that’s wonderful.”

“Can you take a little more?”

Rook moans around his cock, breathing through her nose calmly, taking more of him into her mouth, oddly enjoying hearing him guide her.

[obsidianfurr]

"Oh hi! Get this, I found your corpse a bit ago, great haul, lots of goodies to pillage. Took your items, replaced the batteries, good as new! Don't worry, you can have it back. For a price of course..."

uh oh i slipped