#WIP HELL

[sentient-stove]

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[xexedraws]

just some appleradio WIPs I’m letting distract me from staticradio way to much

[uncaringdoodles]

Deadpool and Wolverine WIP before I suddenly despise it

[lou-is-lurking]

one thing that keeps happening when I write otayuri is Otabek: well behaved, does as he's told, stays in his lane, only speaks when spoken to, doesn't derail dialogue with banter (unless provoked), actually more flexible than Yuri (characterization-wise, not physically), very versatile, truly can - and will - do it all Yuri: a menace. an unpredictable force of nature. will start shit, all the time, unprovoked. does whatever the fuck he wants. will derail dialogue as if it's an olympic sport. will not shut up (or will refuse to speak to anyone, there is no in between). can turn any plot into a trainwreck and is probably proud of it. 'oh cute outline you got there, would be such a shame if someone blew it to pieces...' -> distant sound of wordcount exploding (context: I spent all day yesterday working on one of my WIPs and the second I typed " for Yuri to start speaking the entire fucking scene went completely off the rails which was admittedly a ton of fun but also WE ARE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE LIKE THIS YURA FOR FUCKS SAKE PLS I AM BEGGING YOU JUST PLAY ALONG FOR ONCE AND LET ME FINISH THE CHAPTER OH MY GOD

[luckyoctopus]

✨Wip✨

I'm past ruffle hell now and all I have to do is colour thisssss omg I HATE DRAWING/LINING FABRIC LOL (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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[nem0-nee]

Wip concepts for an upcoming HSR OC (1/3)

Design Notes:

Hat - a fancier interpretation of a hard hat found on construction sites. Safety is still necessary in the dreamscape, but that doesn’t mean you have to put your fashion sense at risk!

Safety Glasses - serves both functional & protective purposes by A. Protecting her eyes and B. Allowing her to better scope and view the site and proposed plans.

Jacket - stems inspiration from high visibility jackets.

Gloves - Drafting glove (right), which prevents unnecessary marks on drawn plans, and safety glove (left) for whenever she works on site.

Thigh belt - provides easy access to her drawing tools.

[shhh-secret-time]

I saw a beautiful man and started crying?

[chaoticquill]

Okay, hear me out…

Yes, that’s right, it’s time for another round of “is it a shitpost or are you just happy to see me?” I’m here with another silly idea I’ve talked a bit about on my Discord. Ahem.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith, but it’s Chuuatsu.

Obviously, this could work with a lot of BSD ships, but married Chuuatsu learning for the first time they’re on “opposite sides” is hilarious in my head.

Will I ever write this? No. But it’s still funny to think about.

[trigunrot]

yea

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Man I have a whole entire Freyden fic here just ready to go, how long have I been sitting on this???

I'll clean it up and post it sometime this week but got dang, this is the pitfall of 120-something WIPs, I will legit forget that I wrote something already 😭

[sentient-stove]

"Oh my god he’s dead- we killed a vigilante, OHMYGODOHMYGOD—" A hysterical voice screeched out, decidedly feminine and loud enough that the comn line picked it up.

"He broke in here for no reason first! We have probable cause as to why you brained him with our wok!" The second interjected, calmer than the first, but there was still a line of tension, like they were uncertain about what they were saying.

"Oh my god, oh god we’re literally so dead Batman’s literally going to murder me and you and us and—"

"We're already mostly dead, he can't kill us. Although I thought he had a no killing rule anyways, so maybe we’re safe? Ancients, that is a lot of blood. You think we should call an ambulance?" Static filtered through the comn line before stabilizing again and wow. The residents of the apartment were really just having a full conversation over an unconscious Nightwing- in earshot of a microphone recording every word- like this was a normal occurrence. Maybe it was a normal Friday night for them, Barbara couldn't exactly judge.

"I'm not calling an ambulance, they might arrest him. Hell, they're probably gonna arrest us! Danny, we're fucking unresgistered metas in Gotham, I’m a clone—"

"—Not metas and I won’t let anyone arrest you—"

"—It's the same thing to the government at the end of the day. You're right though. I think I hit him too hard, we're going to lose the deposit with the amount of blood getting everywhere. Head wounds bleed a lot right? Maybe he's not dead."

"He's not dead, we'd know if he was."

"Oh. Right. Man. That is a lot of blood, our IKEA rug is ruined. I liked that rug, you think we could ask him to buy a new one when he wakes up or is he on the normal vigilante salary of nothing?"

“Mhm. I'll go get the med kit, you handcuff him to the table so he doesn't jump us when he wakes up. Keep the mask on- I don’t want to piss off whatever buddies he’s got listening in.”

[usedtobecooler]

been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

[fayes-fics]

I’m trying to make headway on my request wips list, but I think I may need to drop some.

I’m so sorry if you are one of those requesters. It’s not about your idea, it’s about my inspiration/ability to deliver on it.

I’ll be giving my wips an honest review this weekend. 🧡🧡

[lou-is-lurking]

Out of Context WIPs

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

thanks for tagging me, @bdeblueyes 💜

Some of these are many years old, others are very recent, one of them is literally titled "out of context", most of them are A Mess™ and there are even more where these came from 😅

Not sure how many of y'all are working on more than one WIP atm but tagging @tigersandheroes @bunnyseahorse-blog @cheyla-v @devils-sacrament-catering @northwestern-airfield @kawwwaritai @kaleidodreams and also inviting any other of my mutuals and followers with more than one WIP to join the fun! 💜

[edajjan-art]

Recently browsed my unfinished CSP files and found this abandoned Crimson Peak fanart.

I really love the aesthetic of that movie but I have very high doubts that I'll actually finish this. Therefore, instead of letting this rot on my computer I'm just gonna share this version.

[nem0-nee]

Very rough draft of FG Mayuu... Will definitely be doing most of my blorbos (if I have time pfffff)

It's mandatory that she's wearing a Maria Clara due to her origins (filo pride wooo!!!)