#I'm happy to do WIP Wednesday posts

[zylphiacrowley]

Got tagged by @ishgard for WIP-whatever day it is now. Would've waited until next Wednesday but I... didn't feel like it.

Also I don't really write and I'm only just barely drawing again so I hope a random doodle I did on my phone at work and an actual WIP that may never see a public post will do.

I have the Erenville brain rot so bad, but that is news to absolutely nobody.

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (at long last!)

After over six months of not posting any new writing due to my life exploding dramatically--moving twice, being poisoned by our apartments, and losing almost all our possessions (0/10 stars, do not recommend)--I am FINALLY able to write again, and am excited to share this passage from my MLC long fic with you! (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

I'm rewriting an earlier chapter than the last few excerpts, so, this is from right after DFS fled Lotus Tower, about to have a qi deviation, and FDB and LLH are arguing about what to do.

Enjoy!

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Fang Duobing dropped his arm and took a step back, horror splashed across his face. “No. Don’t you dare give him the last of your Yangzhouman! It will kill you!” 

“It won’t! Don’t be ridiculous!” Li Lianhua said, frantically searching his mind for an appropriately convincing lie. “I  . . . meditated while you drove. I’ll have enough left over.”

“Li Lianhua!” Xiaobao yelled, stomping forward and shoving his finger in his face. “Do not lie to me! Not about this!”

“We can argue about it on the way.” Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s finger and used it to pull himself to his feet. “Just bring me to him first,” he managed, his voice strained from the effort.

“No!” Xiaobao wrenched his finger free and clamped his hands on Li Lianhua’s shoulders with an almost punishing grip. “I’m not letting you die for him. Neither will he.”

The world started to go gray around the edges of his already blurry vision. “Brat, this isn’t up for negotiation. He needs me!”

“He needs you alive!” Xiaobao’s hands tightened on his shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you know what your death would do to him? Find another way!”

“We don’t have time for this!” Li Lianhua wheezed, his breath coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “Bring me to him or get out of my way.” He shoved at Xiaobao and tried to push past him to take a step toward the door. 

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, “Don’t–”

–His legs buckled. Xiaobao caught him in his arms before he could hit the ground. 

“Will you stop trying to–” Xiaobao cut himself off with a hiss, his eyes fixed on Li Lianhua’s neck. “How do I help? What do you need?”

“I told you,” Li Lianhua ground out through an ever-tightening throat, “take me to hi–”

“–Not that,” Xiaobao snapped, lowering him back to the bed. “For Bicha. Your veins are turning black. Can’t you feel it? What should I do? Can your Yangzhouman stop it?”

Oh. Of course.  Li Lianhua swallowed down a laugh that had more in common with a sob. 

 The floor creaked as Xiaobao knelt at his feet. “Do you not have enough? Here, take mine. As much as you need. Tell me when to stop.” 

Li Lianhua felt the air currents shift as Xiaobao brought a hand, index finger extended, toward his neck.

Forgive me, Xiaobao. “Stop,” Li Lianhua rasped.

Xiaobao stopped, his finger hovering a hair’s breadth away from the veins. “Not there? Alright, where do you need it? Tell me.”

Slowly, Li Lianhua turned to look at Xiaobao, to take in his earnest, loving gaze for the last time. Then he steeled his heart. “Take me to him, first.”

Those beautiful eyes blinked, narrowed, then went wide and watery with abject horror. “No. No! Don’t you dare. ” 

Li Lianhua managed his best attempt at a crooked smile. “Ah, but I do. Bring me to a-Fei, and I’ll accept your qi. Otherwise”–he shrugged, forcing down a rising cough–“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” 

“Xiaohua’er!” Xiaobao yelled, the name ripped from his throat. 

Li Lianhua closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the tortured look on Xiaobao’s face. 

It was cruel, and Xiaobao would never forgive him, but perhaps that was for the best. Xiaobao might mourn him less if he hated him. A-Fei as well.

All it would take was a few more moments of waiting, and Xiaobao’s stubbornness would crumble. The fear of losing him now would triumph over the possibility of losing him later. He swallowed back another cough that tried to burst free.

“No,” Xiaobao said, his voice shaky but sure. 

Had he misheard? Eyes shooting open, Li Lianhua looked up at Xiaobao. Xiaobao stared defiantly back, his chin jutting out with a terrified confidence that was only part bluster. Li Lianhua shook his head to try to make his ears work properly and tried to focus his eyes enough to lip read. “What?”

“You’re going to stop the flare yourself or let me give you qi. Then you’re going to teach me how to heal a-Fei, and I’m going to find him and bring him home. I will. Not you. You’re going to stay here and rest.”

Li Lianhua snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. You are,” Fang Duobing snapped. “Because you need me to save him, and I’m going to”–he swallowed hard–“to leave him there, alone, if you don’t let me help you first.” 

Li Lianhua grabbed Xiaobao’s collar. “Fang Xiaobao,” he hissed, yanking him closer. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Fang Duobing jutted out his jaw further. “Holding his life hostage.”

“You’re bluffing,” Li Lianhua managed, fear choking him as much as the blood rising in his throat. “You–you care for him. You wouldn’t let him die. You couldn’t.”

“Of course I care for him!” Fang Duobing shouted in his face. “Of course I want to help him! I hate everything about this! But if you’re going to threaten me with your life, then I’m going to threaten you with his!”

“This isn’t a–a game, brat!” Li Lianhua managed, his shaking hands tugging hard on Fang Duobing’s collar. “He could die! Don’t you understand?”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Fang Duobing yelled, flinging his arms up and breaking free of Li Lianhua’s grip. “Do you think I want that? I want him home, Xiaohua’er, safe, and healed, with us! So we can take care of him, and show him he’s safe and won’t let anyone hurt him again, and try to undo the damage she and you caused!” His finger jabbed angrily into Li Lianhua’s chest. “But you keep trying to die and I can’t think of another way to stop you, so I’m going to do what a-Fei and you taught me, and threaten the person you love most!”

Fang Duobing took a slow, trembling breath, squared his jaw, and leveled a glare at Li Lianhua that very nearly hid the roiling panic underneath. “Teach me how to heal him and I will bring a-Fei home safely. But only if you stay alive. So please,” he begged, taking Li Lianhua’s hand and holding it tightly, “let me help you first.”

[terrified-spider]

It's WIP Wednesday (:

[mirrortouchedsea]

His eyes caught a new person in the crowd today though. This was a boy, a few years older than Hinata and his brother, but still quite young. His fiery red hair was held back by a headband and his choice of clothing made him stand out among the city crowd. If Hinata had to choose, he’d describe the boy as old fashioned. The boy looks up at Hinata and his striking sky blue eyes seem to be staring straight through Hinata’s soul. 

[max-nicoxfandom]

Happy WIP Wednesday ! Here is a first draft/snippet of a random chapter in my long fic I'm working on (don't go looking for it, still unsure if I'm going to post it), bc I think I'm gonna take this part out even if I really like the concept.

Danny is like 6-7yrs old in this

Danny is a weird kid.

That's not to say Dick expected him to be normal when his family took him in. No, even if Danny wasn't still half dead, no one in this family is normal. Not even Duke and Barbara, the self proclaimed normies of the family.

Danny has brought a certain life to the manor, even in death, that has Dick contemplating moving back. Somehow, even Jason has been spending more time than usual there. Arguments have been lessened, the manor has been less creaky and more settled, Alfred even looks a little younger these days.

It's both the fault of Danny's sweet exterior, and the odd green that swirls in the blue of his eyes. Not the same hue as Jason's, but something near to it.

He's a lot like Jason, actually. Dick is sure if Jason had come to them just a little bit younger he'd be the spitting image of Danny.

It's the little things that make them look so similar. Almost everyone in the manor has the blue-green eye, black hair combo. It's everything else in Danny that makes him look exactly like Jason.

Danny likes to wish the moon good morning when he sees it during the day, and insists on opening his curtains when he goes to sleep so the moon can listen to his bedtime story too. He likes to check his stuffed animals for injuries when they fall off furniture. He thanks Alfred for his food, and thanks his food for being yummy. When he leaves the manor, he blows the building a kiss goodbye.

Dick does not tell Bruce that the house pulls itself from the ground, and creaks back.

Sure, Jason wasn't dead (not yet, anyway), but he was so excited to be alive. He had that same disposition to do good to everyone and everything that Danny does. Jason may not be some sort of partial human like Danny, but Jason was Robin, and Robin? Robin is magic.

You don't have to believe in ghosts for them to be real, and you don't have to see Danny for him to exist. On the same wavelength, you don't have to see Robin to know Jason made him magic. It was just the truth. Like how the sky is blue and Bruce is Batman.

Dick is watching his life be changed one step at a time, just like it was with Jason–like how it was supposed to be with Jason–and like it was with his siblings.

He keeps flowers in his car now. He didn't before, he never had a reason for it.

But one time, Danny cried as they passed a graveyard. He was sitting curled up against the window in the back while Dick hummed along to some ballad on the radio. It was peaceful, as things tend to be when Danny's around, and even as the kid cried Dick never stopped feeling tranquil. He knew everything would be okay, Dick would stop at nothing to make his new brother happy again.

“I have no flowers.” He’d said. Dick hadn't even gotten the chance to ask what was wrong. “They'll all be so sad I came by, and I had no flowers.”

Danny's eyes were green when he'd spoken. Green, teary, and filled with more mourning a child should ever understand. Dick's heart broke about a thousand times over.

So now Dick keeps flowers in his car. Whenever he drives past a graveyard he throws a flower out the window, just like Danny does. And if the bouquet dies before he gets to give them away, he gives them to Danny, and he buries them in the backyard.

Green eyed and sad. Sometimes Jason joins him, sometimes Damian does. Dick never feels like it's his place.

This fic also has to do with the cult thing I was talking about sometime ago, and the post about big cities. I kinda regret having this take place in Gotham instead of Amity, but it's too late now (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Asks and interactions are always welcome !

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) last time i did one of these was november oops so I'm happy to get to share some words :) i have been through some SHIT the last few months, but slowly making my way back into my body. thanks for your patience! <3

here's a snip from my upcoming multichap, two years from tomorrow! it is an au of the sandra bullock x keanu reeves early 2000s romantic drama The Lake House. if you have never seen it and want to read this, DON'T GOOGLE IT JADSFJLASDF stay ignorant! if you HAVE seen it, don't worry—i have made some changes. :) my second multichap just HAD to be another sandra movie...except this time, unlike ice queen henry in the proposal au, sandra is ALEX. because everyone deserves to be sandra bullock at least once.

been a HOT MINUTE since i wrote a multichap BUT i am going to fully write before i post. i promise.

here's a split pov taken from diff points in the chapter...roommates with a twist...

january, alex:

Alex Claremont-Diaz deserves some fucking peace and quiet and rest, and this lake house is moving him one step closer to outrunning law-related burnout of epic proportions. Or at least, that’s what he hopes; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him. Year after year of relentless caseloads and emotionally draining yet fulfilling clients will do that to a person—fills them up, but at a steep personal cost. And Alex’s wellbeing is here to fucking collect. Luna was pretty clear about the whole thing: “A three month sabbatical, kid. No arguments. Better not see your ass darkening Luna & Associates’ fuckin’ doors until April.” So. Lake it is. Peace and quiet. No stress. His lease was up anyway, so he crashed at June’s and diligently searched for housing near but not in Chicago. He’s going for serene, here. Goodbye, high rises and pavement. Hello, waterfront views and enlightenment. 

january, henry:

Henry Fox-Mountchristen is bloody terrified of moving into this place, with its memories and sadness and joy attached, and this lake house is forcing him one step closer to confronting a final piece of the grief puzzle he’s been avoiding for years.   Or at least, that’s what he’s afraid of; he’s not quite sure yet what this house will hold for him.  The past was full of laughter echoing in the halls, late night sketching at the threadbare dinner table, secrets and fears whispered into the nooks and crannies. The present, however, is full of running. From his fears, from his demons, from laughter and sketching and secrets.  But Henry’s tired. Year after year of agonizing pain and subsequent expensive therapy will do that to a person—drains them, builds them up, then drains them again. Rinse and repeat, hope eternally on the horizon, fears loitering on his doorstep. And those aforementioned demons have finally caught up and are knocking rather insistently. 

xoxo roop

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[lkblackham]

Realized it was Wednesday, and I've been seeing people post stuff for

WIP Wednesday

And I've been really sick so let me show you what I've been doing while stuck on my couch with my iPad:

Got some EmmRook baby fluff I started and may or may not actually finish, depends on how depressed I am after my upcoming advisor meeting.

BTW, I am not seeing NEARLY enough Manfred in EmmRook fanart and I'm very ashamed of all of you. This includes myself. I am most ashamed of me. I need to see Manfred holding his baby sibling so I'm gonna do that MYSELF.

Anyway, continuing on, here's the WIP report on the next installment of my Veilguard fan comic No Time To Apologize:

We're not speaking.

I hate myself for the angles I choose sometimes. I NEED this drama, but Solas refuses to comply. So he gets the doof face timeout while I try to find better reference.

Happy Wednesday, everybody. We made it halfway through the week. Go us! 👍

(seriously though, you're doing great, keep doing it)

[leithillustration]

Happy Wednesday, friends. Thank you for the tags @that-disabled-princess and @youarenevertooold ✨

May I offer you a smattering of things for your viewing pleasure?

I've been working on this piece to make into a new print for London MCM Comic Con in May. Still a way to go with it, but hoping to have it done by the end of this week.

Below the cut is some TRC and ROTE nonsense

Once again I'm shamelessly combining fandoms, but hopefully its not a stretch to assume a lot of people who love the Simon Snow trilogy also enjoyed The Raven Cycle, right?

I started a reread of TRC last week, and this morning this silly idea popped into my head. The premise is basically after The Dreamer Trilogy, how does Ronan cope with Adam having a work partner in his mysterious government job? I may flesh it out into a short fic, but I have other fics I really need to spend time on so for now this is it:

Ronan: who the fuck is Steve? Adam: my new partner R: your— what?! A: my work partner R: are you saying we don’t work together?? A: asshole R: God says Adam and Ronan, not Adam and Steve A: And who is god in this scenario? R: …me A: I figured as much --- R: so what’s he like? A: who? R: Steve A: whip smart, devastatingly handsome, kind of a rebel R:  A: R: asshole, quit fucking with me A: I don’t know, Ronan, he’s not you, if that’s what you’re asking. Declan said you’d be pissy about this. R: I am not fucking pissy. You told Declan before me?? A: No, he already knows Steve. They used to work together.  --- R: Do you have a picture of him? A: Why the hell would I have a photo of the guy I work with? R: Don’t say Hell. --- R: He looks like Gansey.  A: Yup R: An even speckier Gansey. A: uh huh R: and he talks like Declan  A: he does R: I’m sorry A: what was that? I didn’t hear? R: I said fuck you. Tamquam. A: Asshole. Alter idem.

Not sure if that's technically a WIP, but this next one is, so lets complete the fandom cocktail by adding a dash of Fitz and the Fool (cropped so the tumblr gods don't yell at me like last time):

I promise I'll put this in a separate post when it's actually finished. Happy (late) Fool's Day to all who celebrate. I'm super excited about making more rote art for @springfest-rote this spring!

Helloos and pressure free invitations to you all if you'd like to share a wip of your own (: have a great rest of your week!

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If you'd like to be tagged in my posts, let me know in the comments ✌️

[evidenceof]

and roll credits for webgott valentine's week! long-ish post but i don't think it can be anything but saur...

haguenau is for lovers was me deciding to shoot for the moon after 1) meg wondered out loud about a webgott week (after injecting webgott into my brain), 2) i zoomed in on lieb reading sunday comics, feverishly tore through the stars and stripes archive only to realize that easy was in haguenau during valentine's week 3) caoimhe said, "haguenau is for lovers" and it sticking into my brain permanently.

that is to say, i am so very lucky to be friends with people whose thoughts are so infectious and always brilliant. would like to take this time to thank the people who held my sweaty hand all throughout my first stab at organizing a fan event.

tierney @kbsd my beloved!! thank you for literally putting up with my anxiety through all this and for reading (and proofreading) walls of text on gdocs to make sure i still sounded sane. putting up with wips for queueing and scheduling posts when i'm asleep even if you've had a Long Day of Moving houses. i would literally be in the trenches without you. thank you for never doubting me and for genuinely matching my (control) freak.

meg @ww2yaoi head webgott babe (let's all acknowledge that) for the really kind messages. they helped me more than you'd know!! licherally hilf wouldnt even be alive if i hadn't seen you post theee Webgott Wednesday Locket way back last year, and if you hadn't written lippenstift, down in the valley, no ghost looms (tbh all ur webgott) and made me spiral into this for good.

caoimhe @randlemartin. this'll sound weird but just trust ok. thank you for writing both text posts and fic that compel me to no end. the germ of the idea wouldn't have grown into anything good without it being fattened by your thoughts and words!! haguenau is for lovers <3 ik it isn't webgott, but reading delichon while prepping for this over the holidays kept me going fr.

karina @markedfordead and julia @joe-fuckingtwice-toye. your tags and everything you made throughout the event made me wanna cryyyy. they were all so sweet and genuinely, when i'd be fidgeting over the event day ahead, seeing that you two took the time to make something so lovely nearly every single day literally pacified the gnawing self-doubt hahaha thank you i mean it so much.

to everyone who participated!! wrote fics and drabbles, made web weaves, beautiful art that made me want to chew my screen because of how beautiful they all are, thank you so much!!!!!!! to everyone who rb-ed and liked, made valentines, my heart feels a lot bigger thanks to all of you.

shoutout to my laptop, photoshop, my secondhand wacom tablet that's been roi-ed the fuck out since november, my two hands, and futura condensed (1940s print would be NOTHING without you). thank god none of them decided to give up on me during event prep and proper. (and to my bubs who had to literally listen to me scream and yap about this from beginning to end. you are a saint. idk how i got so lucky to be with someone who supports my being a fujo wife with dead ww2 vets)

really wanted to keep my modding this on the down low, largely cos idk!! i just wanted the focus to be on webgott and the event, but also bc i knew this whole thing couldn't have come together because of a singular person, or even moreso, a singular interpretation of the ship. so i felt the distance was necessary. though i am proud, in a small way (im allowing myself a lil' bit of it), of being able to create a bunch of things for a pair i've fallen in love with, and for a group of people who hold so much affection for them.

all that to say! im glad to have made things with love, and (tw: cheesy as fuck) im only really able to do that bc im surrounded by people who love so beautifully. thank you all from da bottom of mi heart. if u read up until here. thank you for that too. ♡

♡ happy webgott wednesday. haguenau will always be for lovers. ♡

sorry this is literally too many scrolls down lmfao

[falmerbrook]

WIP Wednesday

(It's actually Tuesday, but it's Wednesday already somewhere probably)

I got tagged by @truth-01001001-liar 2 weeks ago I think and meant to post an update on the Sil pmv last week, but got overwhelmed by work and forgot. So I'll do it this week!

First up, some metals flowers I spent a disproportionate amount of time on, but I'm happy with.

Next, that metal do-dad from my last wip post, but now fully rendered. I'm just so proud of myself for this one because I have close to 0 experience drawing machines and think I did a good job with this one. Also it's only on screen for like a second so I want to show it off.

And finally, baby Vivec. Unfortunately, Vivec (and Almalexia) only show up once in the video.

I'm in the final stretch of finishing the art for the video, but the last few shots I have left include some complex wide shots of the Clockwork City, so they're going to be very hard. Pray for me.

Anyway, I'm going to throw the tag back at @truth-01001001-liar (again lol), and also tag @thescrolls-haveforetold, @snowy-weather, @apollinariafh, and @muscariii (only if ya'll want to of course! no pressure)

[killerlookz]

Can u post a preview of heartbeat pleaseee im so desperate i’ve missed this au so bad

yessss.... i can :3, ahh happy WIP wednesday everyone hehehe

heartbeat! au: part 4 preview under the cut!

rpf warning, do not continue if uncomfortable!

Joost scoffs, his presence in the room suddenly overwhelming.

"You're kidding right?" His voice is dry, you can tell he is, at the very least, trying to not be accusatory, instead it just comes across as demeaning.

"What?" You're confused, unsure of what the supposed joke is.

"That you love him. You don't really? You're just saying that."

"Oh," You pause, looking down at your lap, realizing you're still undressed, "Yeah, I guess- no- I don't"

"You guess?"

"Yeah," You shrug, unsure of what he's getting at, "I guess."

"No fucking shit." Accusation becoming richer in his tone, he smiles in pure disbelief, his voice almost a laugh, "You have fucking feelings for him." He shakes his head, seemingly bewildered.

"No- I, no. I didn't say that." You turn towards Joost, stammering, you know how this will end, "No no-no I don't."

"Bullshit." He spits, standing up from where he'd been sitting on the bed, "Do you love him?" He steps to your side of the bed, standing over you, tilting his forehead down, fully interrogating you now.

Joost had never been intimidating to you, not like this, sure, before you had started dating and when you'd had a little crush on him he had made you nervous, but not intimidated.

"No- I-" God you're pathetic, stuttered no's are just about the only thing you can muster out of your mouth. You beg for any other sound to leave your mouth, but it won't, you can't.

"Say it then." His jaw clenches.

"Say what?"

"Say you have absolutely no feelings for him, tell me you don't love him."

"Joost," You start, pulling the comforter up to the chest, sensing an argument approaching, and preferring not to do it naked, "Stop this, what are you trying to prove?"

"Wanting to cut things off, wasn't about being unfair to Michael, it's because you love him." He's got it all wrong, at least, you're pretty sure he does.

"No, no, Joost that's not true I was just sick of the guilt, the sneaking around, I just want to try, I want to try to be a good person." It's all too much, tonight has been far, far too much, the warm tears finally beginning to brim in your waterline, obscuring your vision of Joost hovering above you as you look up at him. You attempt to blink them away, but the fluttering of your lashes just propels the small droplets down your cheek.

"Just, look me in the eyes, and tell me you don't have feelings for him." He's practically begging, the anger in his voice is only surface level, insecurity and anxiety buried deep beneath the demanding words.

"Please, stop, you don't need to be like this." You're fully crying now, unable to take this interrogation, god, why can't you just tell Joost you don't have feelings for Michael, why won't the words come out of your mouth?

"Exactly." Joost's face writhes, throat bobbing as he swallows down what you can assume is a desire to begin to cry, "Get out."

"W-what? Why?" He's never been like this before. Many times has Joost been angry with you, furious even. But kicking you out? That was a new one. You're unsure of what has gotten into you, and you'd be lying if you said it ddidn't frighten you just a little. "Get out?" You repeat, eyebrows furrowing, choked words barely above a whisper.

"No," He sighs, and you hope he's come to his senses. "No- no, whatever. I'm sleeping on the couch. You can leave first thing in the morning. I'll give you what you so clearly want, we'll end things here." He sounds defeated, the anger finally subsiding in his voice, giving way to whatever emotions it had been meant to mask.

[toxicanonymity]

WIP Wednesday

hello 🖤 I've been not very social recently, even with those closest to me, but I want y'all to know I love you and think about you even when I don't keep up with things on Tumblr. Also, I haven't posted a WIP weds in a while, but I appreciate the tags @evolnoomym and @sanarsi today, and all from prior weeks 🙏. . .

coming soon in The Raid . . .

I'm gonna stop with the "part n" titles so I'll hopefully feel less (self) pressure to balance things better, etc. This is more about dynamics and relationships anyway. Oh and smut.

Javi returns from the precinct and catches Steve up to speed in the kitchen while you watch TV on the sofa. "Messina's not happy," Javi says. 

"Yeah? What's up her ass?" 

Javi's eyebrows shoot up. "I think it's more about who isn't."

Steve rolls his eyes and braces his hands on the counter, stretching out his long, strong arms. He tongues the inside of his cheek as he looks over at Javi, then asks, "Seriously?"

Javi prods, "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

Steve groans in frustration. "Nothin's goin' on, just ain't felt like it." 

"Well if you don’t give it to her soon, our leash might tighten."

"Why don't you give it to her?" Steve asks.

Javi lowers his voice, but not enough. "She asked about you before I had it back in my pants."

“Ouch,” Steve laughs, then shakes his head and mutters, “Nah, nothin’ but a power move. Knock ya down a peg, remind ya who’s in charge.” 

“Or she just likes that big, gringo cock.”  Javi slaps Steve on the back.

Steve smirks, then his humor fades. He runs a hand down his face and mutters, "Fuck." His gaze falls on you, sitting on the sofa, pretending not to listen. 

Javi interrupts Steve’s thoughts, “We have some surveillance to do. Pronto.” 

“Alright,” Steve agrees, “Shifts? Whos’ first?”

“We need to go together,” Javi explains, “if there’s a bust, we should both be on the scene.” He calls over to you. "Up for a fieldtrip, sweetheart?"

Steve tenses, until he sees your eyes light up. "I'll get her dressed," he offers.

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everyone who wants to share, please consider this your tag and feel free to blame or thank me lol. plus, no pressure, and sorry if you already did it - @whateverloomis @iamasaddie @arcanefox207 @justagalwhowrites @romana-after-dark @bonezone44 @dark-scape @gasolinerainbowpuddles @beefrobeefcal @noxturnalnymph @strang3lov3, @umnitsa @quaritchscupquake and @sunshineispunk @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @clawdee (tyvm for your recent encouragement on this series).

[welcometololaland]

10 things - 2024/2025 edition

happy new year, everyone! 2024 has been a year of change for me in so many different ways, and i've posted very little fic this year, mostly due to writers' block and time constraints. so, instead of doing the writing round up i thought i'd list 10 things i'm grateful for in 2024 (fandom edition) and 10 things i want to do in 2025 (also, fandom edition). please feel free to make your own if you wish! consider this an open tag 🏷️

2024 - things i'm grateful for (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. my ride or die friends who deal with my self doubt and breakdowns and (being 100% real) paranoia about situations that simply don't exist - @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 , the popcorn squad and others. wouldn't be writing without your support!

2. the writers who have trusted me to beta for them - @heartstringsduet @basilsunrise @rmd-writes i think i'm forgetting some (so sorry if so). michelle, being with you through first aid was such an amazing experience, and i feel so lucky to have seen you develop as a writer!

3. the people who have read my fics and encouraged me including the wip wednesday and seven sentence sunday tags! - i literally would not be anywhere without you. you actually give me life.

4. the friendships i've made on discord with people who just wanna know me for me and share little snippets of their lives - @reyesstrand and @heartstringsduet the little squirrel photos y'all send me are soul soothers for real! @st-elle-ar and @clottedcreamfudge and @lightningboltreader and @birdclowns for the cat pics! @howtosingit for your commentary and spoiler services 💜

5. the grace given to me by @carlos-in-glasses and @actual-sleeping-beauty - you two are so kind and encouraging and tell me all about your knitting projects even when i go missing for weeks on end. thank you for being my friends <3 and i don't even think you guys know you are both my yarn obsessed friends but you ARE.

6. everyone who has trusted me enough to collab with them on projects - the legends on never the same twice, @rmd-writes @strandnreyes. i loved working with you and i hope you had a positive experience! looking forward to more collabs in 2025.

7. the document gremlins, betas and sensitivity readers i've collected this year - @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @celeritas2997 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut ty ty ty ty some of those fics were in danger of being lost forever but we revived them!

8. @she-walked-away for making me laugh with your hilarious posts and olympia2997 who apparently doesn't exist on tumblr but leaves the most unhinged comments of all time on my fics.

9. everyone who has translated my fics or made art or gifs this year! inspired by you and in awe of you! @donghaian @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 i know there are more i'm so sorry if i've not listed you here!!!

10. everyone in the various fandoms i'm in who have created brilliant works in 2024! i am inspired by your work more than you know <3

2025 - things i want to do (in fandom, in no particular order)

1. read more, and read more broadly. expand my horizons a bit. read things that are a touch outside my go-to zones just to test the waters. read stuff by new authors!

2. spend time co-writing because that's actually my favourite thing to do. i have some things in the pipeline with a couple of people which i hope work out!

3. finish. the. damn. fic. (eurotrip). IT'S SO FREAKING CLOSE.

4. spend more time with my 2019-2021 beloveds - alex and henry. write more rwrb fic. engage in the fandom a bit more.

5. finish the ring-in 2.0 within 1 month of the LS finale (weep).

6. take one hand off the wheel with fandom relationships - my therapist tells me i need to stop trying to control how everyone feels about me and instead let people show me the kind of friendship they're interested in maintaining. scary because i think i may lose some people along the way but OH WELL WE BALL.

7. worry less about the engagement! god! i need to stop looking so much! *shakes fist at self*

8. write a little more regularly with less word count expectations.

9. learn how to be okay with smaller comments (from myself). sometimes i feel terrible if i don't write a damn essay but sometimes it stops me from reading which is horrible!

10. be a better fandom contributor than i was in 2024 - i think continuous growth is important and i'm always open to feedback (as long as it's constructive and genuine)! my mission is to always make a positive contribution and to make people feel good about themselves, and if i can even do that for one person in 2025, i think i will achieve this goal.

ty for the 2024 wrapped tags @hippolotamus @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @emsprovisions @nancys-braids @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @firenati0n @cha-melodius. you are real ones! consider this a tag back if you would like to do a 2024/2025 10 things edition.

[fuzzandfeathers]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Wanted to do something a little different this week; instead of a wip I'm actively working on, I'm gonna post a wip I've abandoned! It doesn't happen often, but sometimes I get the start of an idea down, then just run out of steam! It can be new ideas grabbing my attention, or sometimes a sketch turns out to be all I have motivation for. I think it was the latter for this one.

This was meant to be a piece exploring stolitz's mutual cat energy (or something like that 😂). I didn't have the drive to finish it and enough time has passed that I no longer like the sketches, but I still enjoy the poses! I'll tag @stolitzsings and @lislass but as always no pressure and anyone who'd like to join in, feel free!!

[greypetrel]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @pickelda, thank you so much! I have only one thing I'm working on, I don't know if I'll be able to post it today. I tried to take a pic at my sketchbook for a study page I'm happy about but eh, it's evening and the light is bad. So, just one picture and some DadWolf writing after the cut.

tagging: @salsedinepicta @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @inquisimer @star--nymph @shivunin @saltyowlets @idolsgf @pinayelf @chanafehs @elfroot-and-laurels @raflesia65 @rosieofcorona @schwarznummer1 @hollytree33 and YOU!

Aisling had, successfully, contributed into developing a spell that with the right source of energy would have allowed the caster to travel in space and time. She got in so much trouble for it that she had to throw six years of work and studies in the gutter, start fresh, account her movements and time to the Right Hand of the Divine for protection.

And yet, that still wasn’t the weirdest thing she ever did, in the end.

Cullen was the weirdest, by all.

If anyone would have asked her, but a month and a half prior, she would have said that yes. They’ve been very close in childhood, he’d been her dearest friend, but they took different paths in life, and he didn’t like her at all anymore. It happens.

Now?

They started writing.

He did, indeed, came to say hello to Felix, the next Wednesday -he was always in the hospital on Wednesday, Aisling was dying to know why, but she was afraid he would have closed off like a hedgehog again. Some weeks he looked fine, others he seemed spooked. So, she didn’t, and enjoyed what she had.

Still undecided what to do with… Whatever they had. Friendship? She wanted at least a couple of excuses, it wasn’t asking much, was it?

“Sure it’s not asking much.” Grumbled Dorian, at dinner when she told him. “Should I recover all your messages from Kirkwall and show you how stressed you were? You got back that you were almost as bald as Solas.”

“It wasn’t all his fault, honestly.” Aisling rebuked.

“Maybe, but he didn’t help, did he?”

“Well…”

“Do I have to remind you what happened when we tried to reach him in Denerim?”

“What happened?” Asked Sera, little interest to the whole topic, truth to be told. She slurped her instant ramen aloud.

“We showed up at the academy, asked about him, the thugs at the entrance returned five minutes later and tried to arrest Aisling for magical aggression.”

“Wooooh, Wiseshit, you’ve been to jail?” The elf perked up, recovering all her interest. “I thought all people in Physics were hopeless, boring nerds, but you’re more interesting than I thought.”

“Hey! We’re rock stars.”

“Sure.” Sera snorted. “And I’m the princess of Orlais.”

“Your majesty, I pay my humblest homage to your magnificence.” Dorian bowed with a flourish.

“Eeeeew.” Sera laughed, nevertheless. “Stop it!”

“Of course, whatever your excellences bids, I am a worthless subject to her radiance, and I will of course obey.”

“I have never been to jail, they just told me to shoo off and lay low from then on.” Aisling pointed out, pouting down at her ramen. Indeed it was musky and not so inviting. She missed Felix’s cooking, he always either stopped at their place to have dinner all together, or invited them at his place, but she kept that thought for herself.

“Pfffft, bummer.”

Aisling got to bed without a clear answer. Just a lot of grumbling and complaining from Dorian, and an unanswered message on her phone.

Truth to be told, she had no idea about what to do and what to think of it, whether to trust the process and lean in the nostalgy, or be wary and remember that in both instances when they saw each other as adults, she ended up in tears, and she had heard people in the Gallows speaking of Cullen and saying he thought mages weren’t human.

When she read the message again, asking her to pass him one, and he said one pop song that was better when in a metal cover, and she couldn’t exactly believe them.

A minute to find the link she sought on YouTube, and she tapped a quick answer. They way she would have done fifteen years before.

Aisling, 22:39 [  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHhWelSBppY Try not to dance, come on. And find me one popstar that covered a metal song with the same level of hype, come on. I admit that Lord Huron has a nice voice, but he could never. ]

There was something that scared her, and scared her a lot, but she fought it. It was nice, even for some minute, to pretend everything was back to normal.

[heylittleriotact]

WIP Wednesday Fuck It We Ball Friday

Tagged by the wonderful @razildor - welcome to the joy of writing a modern au lmao

I'm tagging some of the usual suspects: @emmg @xxnashiraxx @thepalehorsevictoria, @aldisobey aaand whoever wants to say fuck it and post a wip.

Happy Friday - here's a snippet of Emmrich and Rook fucking in the shower lmao

Rook’s raspy, clipped moans reverberated around the small steam-choked bathroom, along with the wet slap of skin against skin as she clenched around him harder, nails scraping against the grout between the light brown tiles of her shower.

Emmrich shook his wet hair out of his eyes and let his head fall back, thumb stroking over the slick skin of Rook’s hip as he thrust into her. A heady groan pulled from his lips.

“We both need a shower before work,” she had observed innocently, minutes earlier, voice heavy with sleep as she absentmindedly curled her fingers through his chest hair after they had been roused by her alarm (he had the presence of mind to turn his off).

“Might as well do it together,” she had said, the very definition of chaste and wholesome. “It’ll be fun."

Fun indeed. He looked down to admire the ripple of her ass as he fucked her. He hadn’t had this much ‘fun’ in years, and Rook knew exactly what she had been doing when she turned on the faucet, clambered into the somewhat stained bathtub and began soaping up, dense piles of suds slithering over her colourful skin.

He had been quite proud of keeping himself focused on the task at hand (bathing) while sharing the cramped, humid space with a naked woman that he was very attracted to, but then Rook wrapped her arms around him from behind while he was cleaning under his fingernails and proceeded to crush her soapy, slippery breasts against his back while reaching down and stroking his cock.

He didn’t stand a chance after that.

He was only human, after all.

Now he was balls deep in her again for the… fourth time, by his count, since dinner the night before. He hadn't even had time to ask where she’d gotten the condom she stuffed his cock into before she turned around and pushed her tailbone into the air, parting her legs for him and showing him everything.

He groaned her name over the hiss of the water falling around them, staring glassily at the sight of her sodden black hair trailing over the expanse of her tattooed back, half of her face visible as she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes unfocused and lidded, mouth slightly open, water pooling in the hollow of her curved spine, scattering and accumulating again in time to the rocking motion of her body, and the lewd 'plap, plap, plap' that was so loud it would have been offensive if it hadn't been so arousing.

His long fingers roamed to the front of her body, following the line of short hair over her mound until he felt her slick, sensitive clit under them. Snaking his arm around her chest, he held her against him, slowing his thrusts but going deeper with each one.

Rook whined through her teeth at the deep angle, and even through the thin barrier of the condom, Emmrich could feel how incredibly tight and wet she was - he had to take a deep breath to steady himself and not cum then and there: his stamina was lessening with every round, and he was honestly looking forward to a full eight hours of being able to recover at work.

"Ohhh fuck... yes - keep going... please don't stop..." her head tipped back against his shoulder and one of her hands caressed the side of his head, nails gently scraping over his scalp as his lips found whatever skin they could.

This was quite risky, if he was being honest with himself: if one or both of them lost their footing in this confined, slippery place, someone could be grievously injured. He'd never had sex in the shower before - his, or anyone else's...

Another echoing exaltation eased from her as his fingers wandered over the side of her clit that appeared to be more responsive than the other, and her hips jolted against his. She dragged her lower lip through her teeth, and gasped, rapidly coming undone judging by the way he could feel her thighs trembling when he brushed against them on the upstroke.

"Did you know that the bathroom is said to be the most dangerous room in the house?" He proffered hoarsely, not knowing why, as her clit throbbed at his touch and he licked at her earlobe, buried to the hilt in the decadent heat of her.

She didn't say anything. Didn't even moan, though he continued to fuck her.

Water gurgled down the drain, and the awkward silence stretched on, seemingly without end until Rook finally breathed, "Emmrich, what the fuck?" Still meeting him thrust for sensuous thrust.

She didn't stop - said it almost like an afterthought - but he knew without a doubt that choosing this particular moment to impart that off-topic factoid was clumsy at best. He scrambled for an apology - an excuse - anything, but just as he opened his mouth, Rook laughed: a euphoric, blissed out titter that was nearly a sigh.

"You're hilarious."