#[my wips]

[plisuu]

so i started a thing (wip)

[furalicious2]

Otter with his floaty 🦦 WIP 2

[ellaswell]

it's anatomy practice. just trust me bro

[valiasims]

WIP#44

Hey everyone!

The bed is in the game and working! I'm experimenting with the bed sheet combinations and you can also see I started to block out some other objects as well in Blender. Some of you left some suggestions last time and someone actually mentioned they would love to see a new knitting basket. That left me thinking that I should do one for this set. Altough in the future I want to make a dedicated set for knitting, crocheting because I love to do them in my free time but for this month I won't have enough time to really focus on every little clutter item I would want to make for a set like that. But I still plan to make a knitting basket and some things to go with it, it just won't be the main focus.

I also want to make a dresser or a closet and some clothes decor items. We'll see how many of them I can manage to do.

I want to thank everyone for almost 12 000 followers! I'm so happy that this number keeps growing and you're interested in what I do! Thank you for being here!

[manyu-ten]

"Once—" Bruce began before slowly shutting his mouth. He opened and closed it in concession, as though he were deciding on the merits of revealing whatever conundrum was broiling his brain.

Tim fought the urge to glance Damian's way. For some reason he could not place, he felt a sinking in his chest at the thought of seeing Damian's face at that moment. He flicked his gaze to Cassie momentarily. She looked puzzled, staring at their father's face. It wasn't a look she often—if ever—wore. When you could see on the body what the ears could hear with words, one had little room for something like confusion.

Bruce sighs. He takes a moment to eye each of them with a look Tim would describe as deliberate, though of what, he couldn't say.

"This stays between the four of us," he says, solidly. An order, then. Tim almost snickers but nods his head in minute acknowledgment. The sinking in his chest subsides.

"Once, in the summer before Jason turned ten, he and Dick disappeared for two months. No one could find them." It's the type of little family secret you hear that, rather than fill you with dread, only makes you more confused and mildly annoyed.

Tim steals another glance at Cassandra. She doesn't really look less puzzled than before. Her brows are furrowed together. She blinks slowly. It's best to ignore her for the duration of this conversation, Tim decides. He feels Damian's fingers briefly brush up against his lower back. He ignores that as well.

Tim wets his lips. "No one?" His voice is disbelieving, even to his own ears. Nightwing and Robin, even newly minted, disappearing for two whole months without a trace? In an era where the original Titans were knitted so close together that fan forums talk of the time period to this day?

Bruce's eyes narrow. Tim can't tell if it's because he's annoyed with the indirect admittance to his own shortcomings or if he's actually upset with something. Damn. Why'd he decide to ignore Cassie?

"No one," Bruce parrots slowly. "I probably scoured the entire damned city four times over before I caved and started contacting every hero who knew us."

Damian clicks his tongue. "You contacted outsiders before confronting any criminals?"

Bruce actually huffs a breath out, his version of being amused. The oddity of that, if nothing else, rekindles the sore depth in Tim's chest.

"Arkham and Blackgate were probably fuller than they'd be the rest of the year in those sixty one days."

[milla-frenchy]

WIP wednesday

Here's a snippet for @almostfoxglove 's angst writing challenge ❤️ with this mood board as inspo

“I know you’re here. I saw you running towards this place.”

The male voice was calm, low. And you were terrified. All he had to do was to step a little further into the shadows of the barn, pass the straw, and he’d find you.

“My name is Javier Peña. DEA. I’m not one of Escobar’s men.” He paused before adding “I guess they’d say the same,” he chuckled, but his tone was cold. “But you and I both know that those men wouldn’t have the patience to wait for you to come out of the hey, or waste their time petting a lamb. They'd just pull out their guns and shoot in your direction.”

You were fucked. Either he was one of Escobar’s men and this game of hide-and-seek would end soon, or he really was DEA… and who knew what would happen.

You slowly came out of the hey and the darkness, and found yourself face to face with him. A dark-haired man with a mustache and an indefinable stare. He put the lamb on the ground that seemed unhappy to leave his arms, then he took out his badge. DEA.

“See?” he said. Then added, “You’re not safe, here.”

“What do you mean?” you stammered.

“We found you,” he added with a shrug. “They’ll find you too when they start looking for you”

npt: @aurorawritestoescape @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @almostfoxglove @604to647

@sawymredfox @joelmillerisapunk @schnarfer @thundermartini @gothcsz

@itwasntimethatdidit40 @baronessvonglitter @iknowisoundcrazy @magpiepills

@corazondebeskar-reads @tateypots @bonezone44

[tixuctoad]

WOOOOOOOO batch 4!!!! Going to get to work on lining these tomorrow hopefully

Spiced some of these up a but since these were starting to feel samesy

[aurorawritestoescape]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you for the tags bbs @milla-frenchy @itwasntimethatdidit40 ❤️❤️

I’m working on two stories for two amazing writing challenges right now. The first one is for @yxtkiwiyxt ‘s Never have I ever challenge. I’m really excited about this fic, I hope it turns out sweet and hot.

Joel x hotel maid! reader

Mr Miller walked to the nightstand and bent over to grab something. Your eyes immediately slid from his broad muscular back to his ass, looking absolutely sinful in the grey sweatpants. The sight made you feel hot all over again. You quickly snapped your eyes back to his face when he turned to you.

“Oh no, Mr Miller, you don’t have to—. You shook your head, having noticed a wallet in his hand.

”I insist,” he replied, taking money out. Then he leaned closer, lifted your hand and placed the cash into your palm.

“I’m really sorry.”

You felt the warmth of his skin on yours, his smile was warm and a little shy, and it was a fleeting moment, but the time seemed to stop for you. You drowned in his eyes, his gruff voice reached the deepest parts of you and a scorching fire licked at your core. Your chest swelled with a feeling so overwhelming, so strong that it almost knocked you off your feet.

Trying to hide the tornado inside you, you dropped your eyes and glanced at his hand, so big in comparison to yours. Your mind betrayed you and the image of Mr Miller’s hand wrapped around his cock flashed in your memory.

Your breath hitched, you pulled your hand away and squeaked,

“Thank you, sir.”

The second one is for @happypedrohours ‘s Bouquets of Pedro Creativity challenge - I got Dieter and Dating Apps and decided to make it extra filthy for Valentines day lol This fic is very self indulgent, it’s kinky and crazy hot to me and I’d be happy if someone else enjoys it too😅 oh, and it has a special guest👀

Dieter was ready to die of boredom, shooting the boring ad - him interviewing a happy married couple that had found each other on the app. In his mind he was already planning what he was going to drink, sniff, take and fuck tonight, barely noticing what was happening around him on set.

Yet when he saw the couple, his attitude made a u-turn, especially when he laid his eyes on the most precious co-star - you. His mind short circuited and every part of him started buzzing. Especially his cock.

You were a beautiful woman, there was no doubt in that, but what made him howl like a cartoon wolf was your big pregnant belly, accentuated by your thin summer dress. Your boobs were almost spilling out of the neckline and Dieter immediately bricked up as he shamelessly took you in.

“Meet the Pikes,” his manager introduced the two of you. “They started dating thanks to the app, got married and now expecting a baby. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Amazing. When’s the due date?” he blurted out, shaking your hand and almost choking on his saliva.

“Next month,” you replied without a beat, smiling widely at the actor. “I’m a huge fan of yours, Mr Bravo. And my husband too.”

Your husband, Marcus, was hot as well, tall and slim, with short dark hair and eager eyes. He looked too clean for Dieter, too put-together, but it could be fun to ruffle the guy up a bit.

Dieter smirked, ogling the two of you. He knew exactly what he was doing tonight.

Npt💞 @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @tateypots @joelmillerisapunk @thundermartini @sawymredfox @schnarfer @kewwrites @quaritchscupquake @corazondebeskar @yxtkiwiyxt @guiltyasdave @evolnoomym @bonezone44 ❤️❤️❤️

[hanalyrata]

WIP Wednesday

[rjwonderlair]

Sigh.

(WIP)

[kaboomcat]

Sad Jayce render (he misses his bf)

Yes I’m making art for my own fic

ISTG ILL HAVE IT UP TOMORROW‼️

[furalicious2]

Otter on his floaty 🦦 all done

[greenapplespider]

(wip) To high powered mages, from Blood in Moderation, magic sounds like music. Which gives me a good reason to practice dynamic poses. This character is called Jeffery, he’s a bit of a savant when it comes to casting. The magic system in BiM I suppose is technically a low magic one.

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The majority of magics are elemental in expression and generally adhere to the known laws of physics. All living beings have some amount of magic, as it is life, energy, blood- but only a small subset of humans possess the talent to wield it.

With most mages being inclined to certain expressions of magic over others, be it wielding fire, ice, or what have you. On the rarer side of things talents such as accelerating the bodies natural healing processes, reversing injuries, and even rearranging one’s magic to create quasi physical objects (such as energy shields or projectiles) exist.

Mages can pool their magic with one another to cast more powerful spells. With historical reports telling of Abufan savages using such techniques during the final Vanberg civil war to summon hurricanes.

It was rumored the Puppet King Jeffery had the ability to command storms himself, fully embodying the power of lightning and ether; that he could teleport at will without array or other casters. This is largely contested though.

On the darker side of things, exists alchemy; arrays drawn in blood which can help even the weakest mage cast feats well beyond them as well as certain other restricted practices, mostly lost to time.

[bl0tches]

painting water is hard, painting pink water is even harder

[deadly-diminuendo]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @obsessedwhyyes for the tag! 🥰

I haven't had quite as much time to write lately as I'd like, but I will share a small little tease of the third chapter of A Fitting Reunion!

No pressure tags: @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @nerdallwritey, @pinkberrytea, @bardic-inspo, @roguishcat, @xxnashiraxx, @larvasmoon, @verbenaa, @khywren, @inkymoonbunny + anyone else who wants to share! ❤️