#I'm not getting into this in WIP Wednesday

[salty-autistic-writer]

WIP Wednesday Saturday

Tagged by @30somethingautisticteacher and @annoyingcloudearthquake <3

I'm late, but you get two snippets!

This is for a smutty fic in which they are not always having sex for the right reason, lol:

Evan doesn’t call. But he sends a long text. 

It’s a lot of rambling about too many changes happening at the same time, being scared of being lonely, and about how it’s unfair that he used Tommy to feel something familiar for once.

It ends with: I’m sorry.

I’m not, Tommy thinks, closing the chat without writing anything. He thinks of the champagne in the fridge of Eddie's old house. A part of him is delighted at the idea of Evan finding it and feeling guilty all over again. He thinks of the hiss Evan let out when Tommy’s nail scratched a little too deep. I’m not sorry. I hope it still burns.

And this is for the fifth chapter of "Hold on a little longer and believe I'm here to stay":

It’s kind of fitting in an ironic way that leaves a bitter taste in Tommy's mouth. Captain Nash was the one who encouraged him to transfer to Harbour Station. The one who told him to go and chase his dream of flying. And now he’s here to see that dream shatter into pieces, too.

Nash stops the car. He sighs and leans back in his seat, glancing at Tommy. “Do you remember when I started at the 118?”

Tommy smiles weakly. “How could I ever forget? Hen made us run bets on how long you would last.”

“Well. To be fair, I didn't think I would last that long either. Los Angeles wasn’t always supposed to be a home," Nash says quietly.

Tommy frowns. “What do you mean?"

Everyone who feels like sharing is invited to do so, you've been (hugged) tagged <3

[hyperions-light]

The Weekly UpDAte 4/28/2025

Hello! Hope you're all doing well! It's the last week of April!

Locally

Monday Rook Into Hour is up! There will be another one this Friday, May 2nd!

WIP Wednesday Thursday will run on Thursday, May 1st!

Bio(ware)feedback will be this Saturday, May 3rd!

@thedissonantverses put up a Writing Challenge Weekend last week, and another one will go up this Friday, May 2nd!

@biowaredisasterbisexual's Sharing Sunday didn't have any submissions this week =(. Submissions are open for the next one until Saturday, May 3rd!

@becausedragonage has started a fun new game for Tuesdays! Reflection Ruesday rules here!

@pixiedurango is still running the Antivan Postal Service! Get a letter from your favorite Crows!

She has also started a new writing game this week where you can ask her Rook out!

@hedwigoprah has started a game called A Word With Friends, to play on Wednesdays!

@woundedsoul12 has started a game called Thursday Bangers, to play on Thursdays!

Greater Thedas

Ongoing/Repeating Events

thedasweekend runs weekly! [Instructions]

dadrunkwriting is also weekly, on Fridays! [Instructions]

Events in Preparatory Stages

thedragonagebigbang is looking for a graphics mod! Applications WILL close this week on May 1st!

dragon-age-met-gala will be hosting their event next week on May 5th!

dragonageannual has announced their theme + charity, and applications for artists, writers, betas and graphics designers are open until May 10th!

@datvcompanionweeks is has announced the Davrin Week dates and prompts, and is taking prompt suggestions for Harding Week 2025 until May 1st!

Currently Happening/Beginning This Week

@loveofdragonage will be hosting Cullrian Appreciation Week starting May 4th and running through May 11th!

And, of course if you want to know the full scope of everything happening in Thedas, dragonagefanevents is your one-stop shop (NOTE: They have been shadowbanned by Tumblr and are unable to be tagged/searched =( ), including instructions for hosting your own event!

Disclaimer that I'm not affiliated with most of these events-- just thought it could be useful for people around here to have everything on one place! If YOU do something/are planning to and I missed you, please lmk! (mentions are for ease of navigation-- no need to rb, and if you'd rather I not mention your event, please lmk!)

[an-established-butt-dent]

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

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

[melioristicbeast]

WIP wednesdayyy

Been giving my hand a break the past week, so not much new under the sun compared to previously.

Almost finished with the cover for my stiles playlist (redraw of the 'lofi girl' image if it's not obvious), still working on the comic (ft a mirror shot that i painstakingly put together in my 3D program lol) and just for fun an example of how all my drawings start out: barely cohesive scribbles ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ (the only context you get is misheard lyrics lol)

Also thanks to everyone who voted in the poll i posted! More than half voted for 1 page at a time, so I think that's what I'm going to go for - maybe 2 if it's more coherent. Going to finish a few more before i start posting because i often need to go back and change/add things for consistency, but I'm hoping to start posting soon! ☆_☆

[sevastiel]

Learning blender in a college class, and We were told to build a character. I've never used blender before this class but you bet your ass I am forcing myself at gunpoint to learn every system possible. Right now? Modeling! Good thing I have that cool Dax Meteora design that I made for GS...

Progress is slow, but we're getting there eventually! :D

[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...

[saessenach]

WIP Wednesday

This time around with some Viago yearning on main!! I'm so excited about this one, and I hope it all works out hehe

Tagging @athenasdragon and @sternentreue if this sounds like fun? No pressure though, if you'd rather not 🫶

Without further ado, imma let the man speak:

(untitled). 423 words

Waking up in Teia’s arms would never cease to unsettle and soothe him, all at once. It was years now, since they resolutely fell into bed, and slightly more since Ventus, when they’d first had to bunk together in the uncomfortable proximity of various unorthodox places for the sake of a contract or another.

It would never have occurred to him to miss it, before Treviso.

Back when he lived in Salle, his bed had only ever been his own. Even on the rare occasions he did share it, his companions did not spend the night, which suited him perfectly, and saved him the trouble of changing sheets and bothering with the nosy linen maids. Sleep has never been easy for him, and he could only be forced into it through a rigorous routine - perfected after years of trial and error, and which had been unceremoniously set on fire and tossed out the window when she’d made place for herself in his life.

He’d never stood a single chance.

All that is to say, sleep rarely came to him in those first years with her. When he spent his nights in Teia’s bed –between the ache of wanting her and the satisfaction of having her– it was impossible for him to find much rest. The undercurrent of desire and fear, ever-present in his veins in her presence, was altogether too much for him to even hope to shut his eyes.

Besides, he would much rather spend his hours watching her.

When he managed to steal an hour or two of sleep, it would be with her at his back, sprawled over the other side of the bed. It felt curiously comforting, to know there was another body in the room, and that it was her. She’d fall asleep with infuriating ease, between one breath and the next. Sometimes she held him, then drifted away as he tossed and turned, but most times she contented herself to sleep with her back to his, the rhythm of her breaths lulling him into an overwhelming sense of quietude, new to him, and painfully fragile.

On the nights sleep evaded him completely, if he stayed in bed with her, he’d light a candle on his bedside table, just enough light to squint for some reading without waking her. If she did shift, as if to wake, he’d pinch the flame and lounge in the dark until her breath deepened back into sleep, luxuriating in the perfume of her skin and the comfort of having her close.

(There had been bad nights too, fewer of them as the years passed; it seemed in poor taste to think of them now, given the nights he’s been having recently.)

The memory of her across the sheets, asleep in the moonlight, is the single spark of warmth he can find in a cold, unfamiliar bed, in a cold, unfamiliar land.

[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!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Happy wipw! Could I request more of Demon!Neil or Arson!Neil, whichever gets fewer requests or whichever you're enjoying more? (Really digging the Demon!Neil worldbuilding :)

WIP Wednesday (2/19) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 281)

Jeremy's grand idea turned out to be sending 10 a photo of the four of them together.

Since Andrew is a foot shorter than the rest of them, it's difficult to position them all for a selfie. They try crouching behind him, but it doesn't make for a great photo. They just didn't fit that way. Even when Jeremy whipped out a selfie stick— ridiculously useless invention— and attached it to Andrew's phone, it was impossible to get a decent picture. The angles are all wrong. Andrew thinks perhaps short people should not befriend tall ones.

This is proved tenfold when Kevin finally takes it upon himself to hook Andrew under the arms and lift him off the ground. Andrew thrashes and kicks Kevin in the legs.

"Kevin Day, if you don't put me down within three seconds—"

"Just take the photo," Kevin tells him flatly. Andrew glares at him in the screen of his phone, but surprisingly this is working better than literally everything else they'd tried. Jeremy and Jean are both very close to laughter, Andrew can tell. But as he moves his thumb to take the photo, they all pull on their press-smiles. Jean's is stilted as always, but Kevin's and Jeremy's are perfectly dazzling. Andrew allows a slight curve to his own mouth.

After he takes the picture, Kevin finally sets him back on his feet.

"If you ever do that again, I will kill you." Andrew says, stabbing a finger in Kevin's face. Kevin merely shrugs.

"Okay. I have no reason to do it again anyway. Send that to your faceless, nameless man already."

Andrew wanders off into the living room to send the picture in peace. He chooses the nicest looking one— the one where you can't tell he's being held up like Simba's understudy— presses send, then taps out a small message to go with it.

Andrew I have been kidnapped by the Jaguars. Send help.

Andrew doesn't realize he's been followed until it's too late. There's a snicker over his shoulder and he whips his head around to see Jeremy and Jean posted at either of his sides. (Andrew maintains that tall people should not be allowed to befriend short people.) He glares at them.

"What?"

"His name is flame emoji." Jeremy says with a hundred-watt smile. "Does that mean he's hot?"

"Yes." Andrew says quickly. Totally. It means 10 is sexy, totally not that he's a literal arsonist.

"Isn't that so cute?" Jeremy asks Jean. Andrew wants to tell him to fuck off but before he has a chance, the French bastard grabs the phone right out of his hands. Andrew blinks, looking down at his now-empty hands, both shocked and impressed by Jean's daring death wish. Andrew snaps his fingers and holds his phone out in demand, but goes ignored.

"You messaged this man for the first time last night," Jean says, evidently having scrolled through their very short new conversation.

"Moreau, I will break your leg." Andrew says, reaching for his phone. Jean looks down his nose at Andrew before handing it over. "For your information, he got a new phone."

"What does 10 mean?" Jean asks at the same time Jeremy asks, "Did his other phone break?"

Andrew decides to answer the safer question. "His old one was an ancient slider phone. He upgraded so we—" Andrew cuts off.

"So you what?" Kevin asks, suddenly behind him.

"So we could do video calls."

"Oh my god! He got a new phone specifically for you," Jeremy shrieks directly into Andrew's eardrum. He squeals and Andrew doesn't think he was that excited when 10 revealed his new phone last night. Jean shakes his head at Jeremy's hysteria, but Kevin gives Andrew a look.

"Tell me who he is."

"No." Andrew counters.

"Andrew."

"Kevin. You seem to be under the impression that I am part of whatever this is. But I'm not. It's been made perfectly clear over the years that I am not. You're not my partner or my boyfriend or my warden. I am allowed to pursue men you don't know and you have to deal with it." Andrew says, at last shutting him up.

Kevin opens his mouth a couple of times but can't come up with anything apparently. After a moment, he storms off back into the other room with Jean on his heels.

[thecoffeelorian]

...dang.

did NOT mean for this headcanon creation to start veering into grimdark territory...but then again, CB IS still out there...

[cassiskurocorner]

Try not to make Sebastian have heated eye contact with another man challenge (Impossible edition)

[guacamolleee]

WIP Wednesday

Started something a bit ago inspired by that one bit of banter from the Taash romance of Emmrich seeing spirits of Devotion hang around them (paraphrasing). I was like hmmmm okay, what if Emmrich saw them for a Rook in love with him

A spirit hovered by Rook's shoulder — not a wisp like those that Emmrich had come to expect, trailing after her, chittering against her ear and making her giggle. No, this was a spirit, fully formed though only half-seen, unnoticeable to those with less keen sensibilities when it came to the Fade.

It curled behind her, Rook tucked into his armchair by the fireplace, a book on her lap, one that he authored a good while ago. It was pressed so close, hooking its “chin” on Rook's shoulder, as if reading along. Its imitation of a mouth moved along with Rook's as she read to herself quietly, forming the same shapes and structures, a ghostly tongue darting out to wet its “lip” the same time as Rook's did when she turned her page.

Fascinating.

Rook looked up from her book, feeling him watch her. Their gazes met and her face lit up, lips curling into a playful smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling — and the spirit materialized, brightening and pulsing as if to a heartbeat, soft lilacs and greens bouncing off Rook's face for a split second.

And there — a feeling, a memory. A meadow of flowers. The nip of winter and a thick coat. Hands laden with gold. A gentle, welcoming warmth pooling in his veins.

[direwombat]

wip wednesday word train

tagged by @lilywatt to do this fun little wip game (thank you macy!)

rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is SIGH.

All of these excerpts are from various points in the slasher au <3

S — "Shut up," Sybille snaps.

"You don't gotta do this," the woman pleads. Her lip quivers, voice trembles. Eyes glisten with tears. "Just lemme go n' I promise I won't say a word to no one. Not a peep. I swear."

"Shut up!" she snarls again, and she uses the barrel of the gun to shove the woman towards one of the chairs. "Sit down."

I — It's for survival, she tells herself. Cuddle up to the predator. Bat your eyes and roll over to bear your belly. Prove you're not a threat. If you're good and useful, he'll keep you safe. And she ignores the voice in the back of her head warning her of the danger of that. That this is exactly how Mama ended up stuck with Daddy.

G — Giving the sole of her boot a nudge with the toe of his own, he grunts, "Get up."

"Why?" she scoffs. "So you can take me on a death march? Can't look me in my face when you kill me? Gon' take me out executioner style?"

"Not gonna kill you," he grunts, and he slings the rifle over his shoulder.

H — Hot sauce smears across her face and her fingers shine with grease. It's like watching a wolf rip apart a deer's carcass—loud and messy and primal, uninhibited by meaningless things like manners.

in theme with my current wip, the word i'm giving y'all (should you choose to accept it because i know there's some overlap between my and macy's taglist) is: FEAR

taglist (opt in/out)

@voidika, @buggknife, @cloudofbutterflies92, @josephseedismyfather, @tommyarishikage

@florbelles, @fourlittleseedlings, @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis

@carlosoliveiraa, @cassietrn, @lasersinthejungle, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot,

@miyabilicious, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @inafieldofdaisies

@josephslittledeputy, @adelaidedrubman, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to participate in this fun little game!

[melioristicbeast]

WIP wednesday (:<

Working on two things that are taking a while (one courtesy of being a Big Fuckin' Project and the other is just being difficult and i keep redoing things a million times lol), so have two closeups for now (:

First is another music thing (if anyone can guess the artist/album, hats off to you or you know me IRL lol) and second shot is from a long-form comic I've started \o/ Waiting with sharing more of it until I've finished the first couple pages and decided on the final look, so for now here's a wip shot <: (background panel is drawn over a shot from a 3D program bc i'm just trying to do a comic of my otp not reinvent the wheel here)

[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 😘

[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