#WIP tag asks

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Can I be greedy and ask about Wreck the prince and Radskier first time? Cause 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Absolutely. ❤️ Thank you for asking.

Radakier first time

Basically, me exploring what went down in the garden shed (or whatever building it was) and it's taking some time because I'm having so many feelings about them.

Radovid is gonna bottom because we don't often get top Jaskier and because of that "I can't take you inside" line. Sometimes, I am basic.

I have posted two snippets that I'll link here:

From where canon ends

Radskier on the blanket

But here's an extra treat

"Now who's teasing?"

"Still you. Come on, get rid of this," Radovid implored, tugging at his shirt.

Jaskier sat back up on his knees, looking into the prince's darkened eyes.

They trailed his every movement, watching how his nimble fingers unbuttoned his half opened shirt till at last it lay open at the front.

His breath caught in his throat as Radovid tugged at his sleeve and his shirt slid down his back till only his forearms were covered by it.

"Now, the rest."

Jaskier licked his lips, unlacing his breeches. At the same time, Radovid tugged at his own.

Wreck the prince

This is me thinking, "Hmm, if Geraskefer were a poly open thrupple and Radskier also happened, what if they all wreck the prince." Originally started at an a/b/o idea, but unclear if it will stay that way. Either way, all three of them will be on him at the one time.

Here's a snippet.

The envelope is purple. That’s the first thing Radovid notices about it when Jaskier hands it to him.

The second thing he’s aware of is Jaskier’s smirk and his brilliant blue eyes darkening.

“What’s in it?” he asks, turning it over in his hands. There’s no name written on it.

“Open it and find out,” Jaskier purrs, wrapping an arm around his waist and sliding in behind him.

He leans his head on a shoulder, peering over at it while Radovid uses a nail to prise off the wax seal.

A whoosh of lilac mist comes out, causing him to choke. Jaskier coughs to the side, then laughs.

"Always a flair for the dramatic.”

"You’re one to talk,” Radovid chuckles.

"Yeah, yeah. Get reading.”

Pulling out the thin slip of parchment, Radovid takes in the exquisite detail of the invite. There’s black lace around the edges dusted with purple sparkles. On one side is a map with a dotted line, showing how to get to the venue. The other side is covered in swirling script.

"‘You are cordially invited to a discreet party hosted by Yennefer of Vengerberg. Black attire requested, but clothing is optional. Come as you dare.’ What is the meaning of this?” Radovid asks, twisting his head to look at Jaskier.

"It means,” Jaskier breathes into Radovid’s ear while he pulls up his shirt out of his hose, “that we’re going to a sexy party. But most importantly, it means I’m finally getting to introduce you to my witcher and my witch.”

[kissingghouls]

MOUNTAIN MAN SECONDO

Ghouls listen, no listen. Hush up and listen now...

MOUTAIN. MAN. SECONDO.

gimme. gimme it.

ah...mountain man Secondo. It's been a minute and I'm not sure if i ever shared what I had for this one, but I thought about it. A lot.

Didn't make it past the outline stages much, but the breakdown is essentially Secondo has a cabin in the woods that he has never shown to anyone. But oh no, now he's in love with Reader and work keeps getting in the way, so they head to the cabin. Enjoy a montage of Secondo doing mountain-y things like chopping wood and building a fire. he grows a beard. reader teaches him how to make smores. there's a fireplace and a hot tub. shirtless Secondo porn with plot really.

just need some damn time to write it.

[the-raindeer-king]

Honestly, you should've known better. Soap was never one to take a joke and drop it, and joke like this? You should've know he'd take it and run with it. You just never thought it'd go this far.

Someone had brought cupcakes, the kind that come with those gaudy plastic rings meant for little kids. You and Soap had ended up with the same ring on top of your cupcakes.

"Oh, hey. They're the same. Guess we're married now."

It was a joke. Something you had laughed off, before ducking out of the break room, missing the way Soap's eyes followed you. Missing the way he stared at you, something dark and hungry in those baby blues.

The next morning, Soap's waiting at your desk with flowers and a coffee. He gives you a bright smile, watching you as you take the flowers with a smile.

"Oh, my favorite! How'd you know?"

"I know all yer favorites. Part of bein' a good husband, aye?"

That makes you pause, coffee halfway to your lips. Husband? It takes you a second to realize he's referring to the joke you made yesterday, and you give him a sheepish smile, shaking your head.

"Johnny, that was a joke. I wasn't -"

"I've got to go. But I'll get ye later. Make a proper wife of ye before the day's over," he promises, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

You don't even have a chance to argue. And when he shows up with Ghost at the end of the day, all you can think to ask is why Ghost is there.

"Johnny said you needed a witness," is Ghost's reply.

[boo-gutzz]

iskall and scott? you might be onto something...

I drew some of the sillies

[transyashiro]

[kyannnite]

murderous tendencies be damned my boy can work a violin

[ominouspuff]

ooooh can i see something from "the one about gentleness"?

This one is a large/ambitious image, but here is a section. The idea behind it is “gentleness is a choice” — a major hc of mine for Cody in the RepGA fix-it AU, right alongside the “Cody as a military prodigy that could be (and occasionally is) terrifying”.

@lunaemoth @thepatchycat, since you wanted to see this one too (I’ll also address your second choice options, just wanted to include you here as well.)

[shushmal]

"Are you going to break my heart?"

Eddie almost drives them off the road.

It's late, nearly 2 am, and the country road is narrow and winding, and this thing between them, fingers twinned above the gear shift, radio turned down low, Stevie Nicks singing to them softly, is new. Eddie wants to live in this moment forever, wants the smell of lake water and dying August heat to live in their clothes, wants the warmth of first kisses and whispered confessions to last in tingling sparks in their skin, the memory of touch to be permanent. It won't be, it'll all fade, but Eddie can visit it again, rewrite them into the cotton and the softness of Steve's mouth.

It's late, and this is new.

"It's okay if you do," Steve says, so quiet. He's holding on to Eddie's hand like he's dangling off a cliff. "I can handle it. I'd just like a heads up, so I can prepare."

Eddie almost feels guilty, basking in his joy when Steve was sinking into something else. He thinks, if he were a kid still, if he hadn't died, hadn't lost everything and managed to get it all back, he'd be angry. But he's not. He's not, and he did, and it's late and this is new—but it's not unfamiliar. The same, but more, an extra free scoop with whipped cream and sprinkles, a cherry on top.

"You trust me?" Eddie asks. He rubs his thumb along Steve's knuckles, feels the scars under his skin, little tears in someone so perfect.

"Of course," Steve croaks. Eddie can't look at him, because the road is dark and narrow and winding, and he has to get his boy home safe.

"And I trust you," Eddie says, brings Steve's hand up, presses a kiss like a seal to his skin. "And I love you, and you love me. I got you."

Steve's quiet for a long, long moment. Eddie can tell he's watching him, so he presses another kiss to Steve's hand, lets his lips linger on hard tendons and dark veins. Kisses in his promises to the place they're linked together.

When he speaks again, it's soft, and Eddie can hear the love, living and leaving in the air between Steve's teeth.

"Okay," he says, giving Eddie everything. "You got me."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[vulcan-moon]

procreate stuff i'll probably never finish

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Truth spell, insults are lies if you don’t believe them - cursed Merlin, Arthur isn’t actually a dollophead

So it’s only a one shot with few thousand words, but basically Merlin gets cursed with a truth spell by a witch who was frustrated that Emrys hadn’t even told the once and future king that magic isn’t good or bad, it just is. He’s not compelled to say anything, his secrets are his own, but if he tries to lie the truth comes out.

They realise what the curse is when Arthur asks Merlin if he’s okay in his own way of insulting him and Merlin can only compliment him in return,

This is sort of the general vibe of it summed up in a bit of dialogue:

Arthur: Merlin, why the hell would you jump in front of a curse!

Merlin: I wasn't going to let you get hurt.

Arthur: You idiot! You’re not a knight!

Merlin, increasingly more passionately complimenting him as he tries and fails to insult him: Well you're a reckless good man and I care about you too much! I- I mean- you're a great king! You're smart and pretty!

(Arthur’s stood there looking shocked, unable to react, getting slightly flustered at being called pretty. Merlin realises there’s one insult that still works because it’s become a term of endearment for him)

Merlin: Prat! Haha! It works!

Merlin: You're a prat and I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt!

Merlin: Damnit! Why isn’t this working?!

Arthur, realising what’s happening, teasing: Why isn’t what working, Merlin?

Merlin: Calling you a kind hearted, too good, smart and talented golden kingly prat! I give up! *storms off into the woods*

Then there’s a confession, cute Merthur moments, and Arthur gets to learn about magic because Merlin needs to tell him the trr about it before the spell can be broken.

If anyone has any ideas for what I can name this, it’d be greatly appreciated. The titles are always the worst part of fics

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Can you talk about the 'Answer my prayer' fic from the WIP tag game? :)

Yes ❤️ an idea burning in the back of my head for a good while now.

I love the idea that as a god, Loki can hear prayers in his head. But when he comes to the TVA, all prayers stop.

All except one.

Mobius isn't aware he's praying to Loki, but he is. And what will Loki do with the information he is now learning?

An excuse for me to include spirituality and mythology into a fic. Hopefully, I pick this one up again (I still want to do it).

A very scrappy little snippet:

Mobius knelt down beside his bed and reached underneath to pull out a small plastic tray he'd stolen from the cafeteria.

On it lay a small poppet completely wrapped in twine, a small tealight that was half burnt already, and a lighter.

That was it. A simple altar for a simple man.

Mobius placed the tray on the bed and rearranged things, then he flicked the lighter.

The candle spurted to life, creating a warm glow in the room.

Taking a deep breath, Mobius clasped his hands together and spoke.

"Hveðrungr, tangler of knots, key to unlocking mysteries, I call to you and ask that you hear my prayer."

The candle flame danced, creating long shadows across the wall.

Licking his lips, Mobius continued.

"Grant me someone to call my own, to love. I'm all alone here. I just want someone by my side."

The flame snapped up and down violently for a second, then stopped, settling into a soft, steady burn.

Sighing, Mobius blew out the candle and sat in the darkness for a long time.

[happiighost]

Here have a thing I made mostly with a trackpad. (Please don't use a track pad for art you will hurt your wrist)

[placeboelysium]

Some recent WIPs and doodles becauseeeee I don't have a LOT TO POOOSTTTT RNNN

(I'm hoping this Dolores assassination drawing isn't bad enough to hide under a show more bar but tw for light blood)

I tried to change the formality and everything about it, people killing people for a reaaaasonnnn

[boo-gutzz]

i think we should all be nicer to jimmy

No

Anvil him

[ohbluesky]

some random tmr doodles + stuff i made for the glader cup 2022 and 2023 :]

also that brinho doodle is an illustration that you can find in @newtedison ‘s fic over here (she literally tweaked her fic so my art could match it so obviously this is dedicated to her <3)