#I'm not getting into this in WIP Wednesday

[an-established-butt-dent]

I'm a bald Solas lover I swear!!!!

—> Process video under the cut because of flash warning.

[omgahgase]

going off the headcanon list i posted before, i wrote a lil something about arthur kissing charles' scar instead during their first kiss

“Charles,” Arthur says, eyes raking across Charles like he’s scared he’ll disappear if Arthur gets too close. Loves a little too hard because Arthur is a lot of things, but deserving of someone as good as Charles ain’t one of them. He’s terrified, and rightfully so.

But it still ain’t feel wrong.

None of it does. Not the way Arthur fits himself so perfectly into Charles’ space, noses brushing against each other, eyelids sliding close so they can get a feel for this newfound intimacy, lips a phantom of a feeling atop their heated skin, foreheads pressed and hands clutched in clothing. It doesn’t feel wrong for Arthur to catch a glimpse of Charles’ scar as he rubs their cheeks together, scratches his scruff againsts Charles’ as if he’s trying to strike a match, intense and burning the more he does it.

It doesn’t feel wrong as Arthur traces his lips over the streaking pattern of flesh, long time healed but never treated with such desire. Arthur skates his mouth down to the underside of Charles’ jaw, right where it begins, and places a searing kiss to the start of it, makes Charles tilt his head up in a gasp.

The hand screwed tight on Arthur’s back nearly rips a hole in his shirt. “Arthur—please.”

Arthur hums, takes his time in mapping out Charles scar. He uses his lips and kisses up the line until he reaches the end, licks at the uneven ridges of haphazardly mended flesh, tasting the sweat of the day and the chill of the nightair that lays over Charles like a sheet, makes him shiver in Arthur’s arms.

to be finished later this week, please stay tuned!

[dragonnarrative-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the amazing @syoddeye!

Snippet from the next part of Autumn Embers, which will most likely have to be at least two chapters.

A flash of heat twists through your belly and up your spine. You can’t help but bark a little laugh. “You’re just as bad as Johnny!” “No one’s as bad as Soap,” John grumbles, taking some bread and passing the basket away from you. He tears off a piece and dips it into the plate of oil and spices before offering it to you. Gods above, they really don’t do anything by halves. You consider directing him to place it on the bread plate. The whiskey tells you to lean in and eat straight from his hand. You split the difference by plucking the morsel from his fingers and popping it in your mouth.

the softest of no pressure, "look, i'm a day late and that's early for me" tags: @sentientcave, @mi-i-zori, @godihatethiswebsite, @gemmahale, and anyone who has accidentally written 2024 on something this past week.

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday 🧜‍♂️

Happy Wednesday, loves. Tagged by the fabulously talented @bidisasterevankinard @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz (thank you, lovelies). Some more mer!buck because... what else? 💞

He told Evan he would visit when he could, even if he didn’t know exactly when that would be. It’s possible that his friend might not even be expecting him anymore.  The thought brings him up short. What if Evan’s forgotten, or worse, what if he hasn’t and doesn’t want to see Eddie? God, what if Evan’s not even here? Do merpeople migrate or change locations like humans?  Somehow, the thought never occurred to him before. He never expected Evan to ever be anywhere else. To not be right here, waiting to say ‘hello’ when Eddie came around.  The worries loop through his mind as he makes a place for himself among the weathered boards and battered posts covered in slimy seaweed.  “Beat it,” Eddie scolds a seagull that’s already clocked the cooler beside him. “Not for you.” “I sure hope there’s something for me, though.” Eddie whips his head towards the voice, unable to hold back a fond, amused chuckle. Every muscle and nerve relaxes, immediately soothed by the sight of his friend. “Evan.” A midday summer sun has nothing on the megawatt smile Eddie gets in return. Apollo would have cowered in its presence. “Hey, Eddie.”

np tagging @actuallyitsellie @epicbuddieficrecs @loveyouanyway @a-noble-dragon

@tizniz @diazheartsbuckley @saybiwithme @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie (Happy Birthday!)

@theotherbuckley @stereopticons @kitteneddiediaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples

@your-catfish-friend @thekristen999 @filet-o-feelings @wikiangela loml @lizzie-bennetdarcy

@rainbow-nerdss @steadfastsaturnsrings @inell @jesuisici33 @dr-shortsighted-owl

@dorkydiaz @bi-buckrights @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck

@beyourownanchor6 @indestructibleheart @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1

@statueinthestone @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @thelikesofus @wildlife4life @eowon

@bekkachaos @spaceprincessem @bucksbignaturals @swiftiefirefighters and anyone else who wants to 😘

[snarkspawn]

I was tagged by @lydiaalin for the WIP Wednesday Whenever thing, thank you!! <3

Soo here's a small assortment of some of the things I am currently (more or less) working on 😔

tagging @hoiist @sotc @plushchimera @kruk-art @astrallar @punkeduppirate @kinnbig @brambeag @gellyh @bramblebea if you want

[call-me-chips]

Account's been REALLY slow lately, so here's a bunch of hands from drawings I haven't posted yet :3

Maybe this will bring the peoples to my blog xD

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! How are you beloved? You asked for more asks so could I have a little bit of Arsoneil? Are they gonna kiss again soon? How's their date going? Is Neil going to burn something in the near future? Are we going to see Kevin again? So many questions XD sorry. Have a nice week! <3

WIP Wednesday (1/15) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 273)

Gradually the sun starts to slip beneath the buildings on the other side of the street and the cafe starts to empty. But Andrew is in the middle of an anecdote about college, so Neil pays all that no mind. He stares at Andrew and listens to him bitch about exy and Kevin Day and his brother and everything else.

Eventually, the place is completely deserted and the lights in the back shut off. A moment later, a woman in a cheerful yellow sweater comes to inform them that, "Hey fellas, I'm glad your date is going well, but we closed five minutes ago so I have to ask you to leave now. We open at eight if you need somewhere to sit tomorrow."

Neither of them argues and neither of them denies it's a date. Neil wonders if Andrew agrees with her assessment. If he thinks it's going well. Neil thinks it is. But his experience is severely lacking. Andrew must've done this a hundred times and here Neil is on his first fucking date. It's almost embarrassing to think about, but Neil pulls his hood up over his head and follows Andrew out of their booth.

ANDREW

On their way out to the cars, Andrew is grateful for the beanie 10 gave him. The wind is vicious and he doesn't see how 10 can stand it with only a light jacket. He stops in front of his car, trying to decide what to do next. The obvious thing is to say goodnight and go their separate ways, but some part of him wants to drag 10 into his car and do unspeakable things to him.

"Hey, uh," 10 begins eloquently, startling Andrew out of his conundrum. He's rocking on his heels beside Andrew like a child with too much energy. "Kiss me again."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to." 10 answers. And that's a good reason, Andrew thinks. He pulls 10 in by the back of his neck and kisses him stupid, until he's got 10 pinned against his car and a pair of scarred hands on his head.

Speaking of his head, Andrew nearly loses it somewhere between the kisses and the tiny sound 10 keeps making. By the time they break for air, Andrew is in need of a cigarette. Or a bullet to the brain. Something, anything, to make him feel normal again.

Because he wants to get on his knees. He wants to suck 10's soul out. But they're in public. And Andrew couldn't pull the Aaron card on something as indecent as a public blowjob. He almost asks 10 to come home with him, to go anywhere with him that has four walls and a ceiling so he can drag more noises out of him. But he chokes on the question.

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I'm a little late for WIP Wednesday but I haven't knit since Wednesday so it still counts right?

I have absolutely smashed this underarm portion of the back panel, on row 153/160 (95%!!!). However. My goal for the underarm length is 24 inches. And I'm currently at 22. T-T I will Increase My Total (168 will probably work but I'll report back when I have motivation)

I'm already looking ahead to the upper back portion, which will be about 64 rows based on my gauge. Plus a couple more rows for shoulder shaping.... I'm Actually on row 153 out of 238. 64% finished.

I'm usually a Process Knitter but this is very much a Product Knitter's project. I keep daydreaming about all the lace shawls I could be knitting (but never wear). But the Evil Pink Cardigan.... My precious...

[skimmingmilk]

help this is so dumb

Blue eyes narrowed dangerously and he whirled to face the hedgehog standing a few feet behind him. “Did you seriously have to blow up my plane?” he snarled. “You're the one that wanted to be chased down,” Shadow replied evenly. “Play dangerous games, suffer the consequences.” “It's ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes,’” Tails grunted, pushing himself up to stand. Shadow arched a brow. “From where I'm standing, I can't see how you came remotely close to winning anything.” Tails shrugged one shoulder, biting back a wince in favor of a sideways smirk. “Well, I can.” When Shadow's stare simply turned quizzical, Tails gestured broadly ahead of him, directly at Shadow. “And trust me, it sure is stupid.”

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Let's Pretend for a Second it's Still Wednesday

I know it's not technically Wednesday, but my Wednesday ended up going in all kinds of directions I had not anticipated, so we're pretending for a second. Mental time travel.

I'm working on four different projects right now. I know, I know, but they're collaborations, and collaborations are my very favorite way to create things. Seriously, I've been looking forward to this stuff all year!

Three of those projects are for @carryon-reverse-bang. I get to work with three extremely cool and talented writers, and it's so much fun getting into the projects with them.

These snips are from the sketches I initially posted for the fest. We'll see what happens going forward XD

I'm also working on something for @carryonthroughtheages. (Which, btw, if you haven't noticed, is in ONE MONTH!) I'm not going to share a clip from that because there isn't much I could share that wouldn't give it all away. I'm very excited, though. Also nervous. Mostly excited.

Personal update: In between art endeavors, I've been very busy. Just made a huuuuge life change uh... exactly two weeks ago. I'm still adjusting to that and it's taking a lot of time, energy, and spoons. But I think/hope it will all be worth it. Also hoping to find my presence on Tumblr again after being a bit absent of late. Missed you all!

Since Wednesday is past, I'm going to tag all the awesome people who have tagged me even though I've been super absent the past couple of months! (Under the cut)

Thank you for not forgetting my existence even when I wasn't around to remind you of it <3 <3 <3 @monbons, @mooncello, @thewholelemon, @fiend-for-culture, @youarenevertooold,

@whatevertheweather, @blackberrysummerblog, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @that-disabled-princess, @imagineacoolusername,

@orange-peony, @rimeswithpurple, @cutestkilla, @bazzybelle, @drowninginships,

@hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @shrekgogurt, @roomwithanopenfire, @alexalexinii,

@noblecorgi, @best--dress, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @ic3-que3n,

@emeryhall, @tender-ministrations, @supercutedinosaurs, @leithillustration

[fuckingyrs]

The sound of a body throwing itself onto one of the infirmary cots echoed through the mostly empty room, followed closely behind with a dramatic, but melodic sigh. “Can I say something mean?” 

“Probably not in front of the baby.”

Will groaned, looking up from his pile of patient reports he had been sorting for the past… year. “I hardly think eleven still counts as being a baby.”

Lee, who had been refilling first aid kits for the past two hours, contemplated this for a moment. “Maybe, but that’s besides the point. I’m six years older than you. You’ll always be a baby.”

“I’m going to say something mean. Will, cover your ears.”

“I’m not covering my ears, Taylor. Unlike you, I’m working right now and I need my hands.”

“Oh,” Taylor dragged, a taunt evident in her voice, "someone's grumpy.”

“He’s mad I put him on infirmary duty during arts and crafts.”

“Will, you aren’t good at arts and crafts.” Lee slapped her arm. “And you like working in the infirmary, you are constantly taking my shifts. It’s why I love you.”

Lee slapped her arm again. “Taylor, what the heck.”

Taylor groaned, “Fuck. Just say fuck. I’m begging you.”

“That’s besides the point. I had it with Cecil. We were going to finish our board game.” Will turned to Lee, pointing an accusing finger at him, “You knew this.”

Lee let out a long-suffering sigh and Will almost felt bad for causing a fuss, but really, Lee brought this upon himself. “Taylor, stop pawning off your shifts to Will. Will, stop letting Taylor’s pawn off her shifts to you. Also: I’m sorry about arts and crafts. The last few days have been hectic and I needed your help. I’ll make sure to not schedule you over arts and crafts next week.”

“I’m going to be home next week! Mama is picking me up, remember?”

Lee had the decency to look ashamed when he said, “Heck. I forgot. I’m sorry, Will.”

Taylor got up from her self-designated cot and walked over to Will, ruffling his hair once she was close enough. “I’ll take over the rest of your shift, buddy. You go have fun.”

Will shook his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m already here. Arts and crafts is half-way done anyway. We wouldn’t be able to finish.”

“If you’re sure,” Taylor sighed as she pressed a kiss to his forehead and Will let out a cry of protest because he could feel the lipstick stain there. He tried rubbing it away with his fingers but by the look on Lee’s face and the snickers Taylor was making behind him, he only made it worse.

Lee graciously handed Will a wipe before glaring at their sister. “Taylor, what are you even doing here?”

“I think I made that pretty obvious when I threw myself onto a bed and stated I was gonna say something mean. I came to gossip.”

“You should be at archery right now.”

“Mike was being a piss-baby. He wouldn’t let Josh and I try to hit one another. What’s the point of being in advanced archery if you can’t shoot at your brother? Moving targets!”

“So you left?”

“Yep. I found Silena and she offered to do my nails before I came by.”

Lee pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that resembled an old man at the end of his rope. Will suppressed a giggle at his brother’s anguish as Lee said, “You can’t do that.”

“Do what? My nails?”

“Leave Michael like that.”

“Why? He’s not in charge of me.”

“But I am. And he’s my second in command, so yes he is.”

Taylor groaned, flopping back onto her cot. “One, he’s like three weeks older than me, unfair. And two, none of that is important right now. What is important is that our father was here and didn’t say hi to any of us. Who does that?”

“Our father, apparently.”

Taylor flipped Lee off, showing off her new manicure. It was baby pink, like her lipstick, with a little sun in the center. “He gives those kids a ride, none of them his, and has the audacity to leave before saying hi? Hell, Will over here has never met him. He has time to bring a group of kids to camp, but can’t spare a lousy minute to check in on us? And I can’t say this to Michael or he’ll claim I’m “on the other side”.” Taylor sighed, a faraway look in her eyes. Will had only seen this look on her face a few times before: every time Luke was mentioned. “I’m just tired of feeling abandoned and I’m sick of feeling like it’s bad to think that.”

Lee stepped towards her, a soft, “Tay–” passing through his lips, before she sat up and shook herself out of her stupor.

“Instead of saying hi, he just causes chaos and disappears! He brings Percy back, which is never a good sign. Thalia is driving the sun chariot, and crashes it! Oh, and he brought that new weird kid that keeps bombarding everyone with questions.”

Will saw through the change of topic, and Lee clearly had to as well, but he allowed it to happen. He slapped her on the arm for the third time, “He’s not weird. He’s, like, eight. The kid is just excited. You were excited about camp once upon a time.”

Taylor turned to Will, jerking her head at Lee, “I think he’s finally lost it. When have I ever been excited by anything ever?”

Will grinned, “Yesterday, you beat Madi at Josh’s song quiz and you danced around the cabin for ten minutes.”

Taylor gasped loud and dramatic, clutching at her chest as she fell back onto her cot, chestnut hair falling all over her face in her fall. “William! How dare you accuse me of such things!”

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! This week, LLH and DFS finally fight--with words, not swords, of course, but it's no less vicious. Here's the opening of that argument.

(You can find earlier excerpts here.)

Di Feisheng flung more qi at the acupoint to reinforce the barrier, forced himself not to wince at the spike of pain it triggered, and took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing his lungs steady. “I’ve told you: It’s not a problem Yangzhouman can fix,” he gritted out. “You have your answer. Now drop it.” 

Li Lianhua stared at him a minute more, his eyes narrowed, then he nodded to himself, the corner of his lips curling up in a faint, pained smile. He looked down at his thumb, stroking the fur on his cloak. “No,” he said at last. “I won’t. I refuse to cause you any more pain.”

Di Feisheng froze, the words a slap in the face. A whooshing noise filled his ears and his vision went gray around the edges. “You don’t want to hurt me? Then don’t die.” 

Li Lianhua closed his eyes and bowed his head. “A-Fei–”

“–Is that too unclear? Then hear this: your death would hurt me more than any headache, sword, or torture ever could.”

Li Lianhua buried his fingers in the fur collar. 

“The question, Li Xiangyi,” Di Feisheng growled, his qi howling through his meridians, his entire body vibrating with it, “is why do you keep insisting otherwise? Do you think I’m lying? Are you lying to yourself? Or do you just want me to beg you on my knees?” 

For several long seconds, Xiangyi was motionless, apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest with his breath. 

He slowly lifted his head, every cùn dripping with command, and pierced Di Feisheng with a glare every bit as sharp as Shaoshi had been. A look he’d hardly seen in the last decade. “That’s not my name,” he said, his voice colder than it had been since their battle on the sea. “Li Xiangyi is dead.”

[elephantshoetoo]

So, I wrote this little miwi flashback scene today. I plan to use it in The Byler Files somewhere, but I don't know where yet. Probably Vol.4.

(*warning: contains a homophobic slur.)

May 7th, 1979,

The schoolyard at Hawkins Elementary…

(It's morning recess. After staying back to talk to his teacher about a late homework assignment, 8-year-old Mike Wheeler exits the building with Miss Drew to find his best friend Will huddled in a corner, his legs pulled up to his chest, quietly crying into his knees. Mike rushes over to him, alarmed.)

MIKE: Will! What happened?! Are you okay? Why… why are you crying?

(The teacher catches up and bends down to check on him.)

MISS DREW: Will…? Honey? Can you tell me what happened?

(Will shakes his head and pulls himself in tighter.)

MIKE: Are you sick? Are you hurt?

(Still not looking up, he shakes his head again. Mike rubs his back, concerned.)

MISS DREW: Sweetie, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong…

(Will doesn't respond. He squeezes his legs like he's trying to fold in on himself and disappear.)

MIKE (to the teacher): I… I can probably get him to talk… (Nodding, she mouths, “Okay,” and continues watching them.) Um… alone.

MISS DREW: Oh. Alright. (She hesitates, but decides it's probably the best course of action.) Well, let me know if he needs anything, okay?

MIKE: Yes, ma’am.

(Once she's gone, Mike puts his arms around Will and holds him tight, rocking slightly to comfort him. He softly hums the tune of “I Want You to Want Me” by Cheap Trick. When he feels Will start to loosen up, Mike pulls back to see if he'll talk yet.)

MIKE (softly): Will? Are you okay? What happened?

WILL (sniffling, into his knees): It's… it's nothing. It's stupid.

MIKE: Hey, it's not nothing if it upsets you… You can tell me.

(Will sighs and leans into Mike, whose arm is still cradled around his back.)

MIKE: Please…?

WILL: Okay… (Mike soothingly strokes Will's hair, waiting patiently for him to feel safe enough to open up. Will tilts his head slightly and peeks up at Mike. He's greeted with an encouraging smile and relaxes a bit more. Gathering his thoughts, Will starts to talk, slowly at first, his words tinged with shame.) James and Troy were… were calling me names again. And… and everybody laughed.

MIKE: Oh.

(Mike looks out at the schoolyard. A few groups of kids are still hovering nearby, glancing at them and whispering. Mike sends them a piercing scowl and they quickly disperse.)

MIKE: What did they call you?

WILL: Troy said his dad told him I'm a… a…

(Will tears up a bit and hides his face again.)

MIKE (gently coaxing): A what?

WILL (cringing): A… a disguting… f*ggot…?

MIKE: Oh. (He looks down, wincing, then purses his lips and resolves to make Will feel better.) Well… it doesn't matter what they think. They're a bunch of stinky dunderheads anyway. (Will chuckles sadly for a brief moment.) I mean, they even waited until Lucas was home sick and I… (regretfully) wasn't here. They're total cowards.

WILL: I know, but… it's not just them – everybody thinks it. Even my dad.

MIKE: R-really…?

WILL (looking down): Yeah.

MIKE: Well… I don't.

(Will gazes over at Mike, overwhelmingly relieved to hear this.)

WILL: Y-you don't?

MIKE: No! I could never think anything bad about you. You're… you're perfect, Will.

WILL (quietly): No, I'm not.

MIKE: I think you are…

WILL: Really…?

MIKE: Yeah. Really.

WILL: But… what if it turns out they're right?

MIKE: They're NOT!

WILL: But, what if… what if they are? Would… would you still like me?

MIKE: Will. (Mike holds Will's face between his hands and peers resolutely into his eyes. He speaks gently but insistently.) I would still love you.

(A flash of joy lights up Will's whole face.)

WILL: Y-you would?

MIKE: Yeah! Of course. You're my best friend. (He squeezes Will's hand reassuringly.) Nothing could ever change that, okay?

(Fresh tears slip down Will's cheeks. He gives Mike a small, grateful smile, rubbing his thumb over Mike's knuckles for comfort.)

WILL: Okay.

(Mike tenderly caresses Will's face, wiping away his tears, then pulls him against his chest, kissing the top of his head. Holding Will securely in his arms, Mike's heart glows with a sparkly kind of warmth.)

WILL: Mike…?

MIKE: Yeah?

WILL: D’you know a f*ggot is…?

MIKE: No… D-do you?

WILL (shrugging): I dunno. Something horrible and gross, I think. It… it sounds like… some kind of… monstrous garden slug, maybe...?

MIKE (laughing): Well, you're definitely not that!

WILL (also laughing): No, I guess not.

(Mike gives Will one last comforting hug before they stand up and, hand in hand, head over to swings. Watching them from the school steps, Miss Drew smiles to herself.)

(END SCENE)

*The Byler Files, vol 1 and 2, and the first half of vol. 3 are all on AO3, under the name ElephantShoe.

Okay, now I seriously need to get back to the story I'm supposed to be working on.

(Procrastination -- the best way to get something *else* done. Am I right?)

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

i'm... finally writing??? on a WEDNESDAY?!?!?

WIP WEDNESDAY TIME.

(I'll be honest, this chapter is not going exceptionally well and will likely need a heavy edit once I'm done. But here's a wee tidbit in the meantime.)

from sister golden hair, chapter 15

As she lets out a defeated sigh, something shifts in the corner. Adar. Her eyes trace over his now-familiar outline: his drooping head, his slumped, slender shoulders, the thin lines and odd angles that make up the rest of him. Not long ago, she had thought him dangerous. Yet since their encounter with the wolves, Mirdania had felt the frigid fear that had formed around her heart the moment she'd first beheld his resurrected corpse begin to thaw. The days spent in his company have made her more certain than ever that Adar's body is not entirely without feeling—try though his incarnation in the unseen world might to convince her otherwise. Ever since the night she had mended his arm, she would notice him closer to wherever she was—not close enough for her to feel threatened or put upon by his presence, but enough for her to be aware of him, no matter how deep her concentration in whatever task she might be undertaking.

also hey if you're writing Adar fic and you're reading this, consider yourself lovingly tagged!

[whatevertheweather]

I have a lot to say about this but I'm not going to say most of it because I'm actually so so sleepy, but it's very important that I post anyway because guess who finally has a full draft of Musical Chairs.

It's all there. All the pieces. Have been connected. Edits need to be made but none of them are 'oh god why won't this work I need to rewrite this whole thing oh god,' they're just normal goddamn edits. I've thrown it at the betas, and now to conclude the cherished tradition of me endlessly posting about this fic almost being done, y'all get one last such WIP snippet, and then I'm going to bed and no one's seeing another word until the fic is posted.

“You’re a peach,” Shepard said as Baz agreed to split the last shot on the tray with him, and Baz rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. ”Why have you chosen comparing me to food as the hill you want to die on?” “Sorry,” Shepard answered with a furrowed brow. “I think I’m hungry.” Baz took the full shot himself. Shepard wailed. Their relationship was a fascinating study all on its own, though admittedly Penny was only looking at it so hard in search of cracks through which Shepard might be reachable.

Tags under the cut <3

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @moodandmist @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy

@aristocratic-otter @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch

@mooncello @monbons @iamamythologicalcreature @ionlydrinkhotwater @alexalexinii

@run-for-chamo-miles @forabeatofadrum @thewholelemon @rimeswithpurple @noblecorgi

@youarenevertooold @ileadacharmedlife @nightimedreamersworld

Some of those are thank you tags for those who've kept tagging me in things, I hope to look at stuff when I'm not about to fall asleep, and also I'm sorry to the people I've not tagged because of the aforementioned falling asleep, I love you all bye <3

[olath124]

WIP Wednesday whenever

@chevvy-ryder tagged me with this! Thank you berry much, it's been a while!

Tagging my sweet fellas! @ouroboros-hideout @barghest-ripperdoc @blackrevell @dustymagpie @sofia-in-nc

@kdval @streetkid-named-desire

What am I working on.... Nothing? Ok, I'm kidding. I kinda am doing a few pose packs... Too bad that when I have to get into the retargetting I loose every wish to live and kinda ughhh... So they'll probably stay in my unfinished mod's folder forevaaaaahhhhh!

But there are a few previews:

Much vintage, such drama.

Elroy is puking a little.

And the other weird and silly idea that I love sooooo much is the Corgi love package.

Yes. I found a rigged Corgi. Yes I'm giving Vlad the pet he deserves. And this is gonna be a male/female package only so maybe there's gonna be the a slight chance I'm gonna finish it some day. LOL don't fall for that.

On the Vio/NPV side... still tinkering with her. But I've finally managed to lock in the color and the hairstyles I wanted, thanks to Revé!

And also thanks to Rève (yes the accent is gonna change everytime) I've kinda learned to make garments! So the lady finally has the thorn bracelet she deserves!

And Roy will have his I love my daughter ring soon. Soon. (Now I'm puking a little.)

Fiction wise...

We are at CHAPTER 23 of Violad stuff...

Of course I barely published 1 chapter (I WRITE FAST AND TAKE MY SWEET SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET TIME WITH EDITING, OK?). Maybe the second one will come up this week. Maybe. I'm kidding it will. Or not.

But here is where we are at right now:

“How do you feel?” She whispers while her hand slowly caresses his hair. He closes his eyes, as his arms tighten around her waist: “I'm fine.” Violet nods against his skin:  “Will you tell me about Gazelle one day?” Her voice is low and comforting.  Her words are stabs. “She's nothing.” His voice hardens. “She doesn't matter.” “Yet I'm probably not like her, in the slightest, right?” There's silence in his head. And the sudden silence he'd find comforting in another moment now leaves him helpless.  “Right.”  Violet detangles from his embrace and stands up. The voices should help him manage this. Spin the whole situation in the right direction. But there's still, only, silence. Only Violet's steps, as she reaches the door. Stops, almost turning to him for a moment.  Then simply leaves. 

Such two emos... (Yet love them so much ç_ç)