#[my wips]

[nomsterrz]

Hihiii! Im not able to do a new years post so have a bunch of unused animatic thumbnails and wips i have from over 2024 😼

thanks for liking my art, ill make more trash next year as well 👍

happy new year!!🫶

[aurorawritestoescape]

Last Wip Whatever of 2024

Happy holidays, lovelies, and Happy New Year’s Eve🥳🥂 last couple of weeks have felt like a lot and I’ve been writing but veryyyyy slowly and not what I’ve been planning to write at all. Why? Bc of the photos🫠 Pedro’s holiday pics and videos derailed all my plans so I’m working on an angsty vacay one-shot rn. You’re not getting an angsty snippet though, bc why would I do it to you?😅 get a smutty shower scene instead, bbs. If you feel like it, of course🙏

18+ mdni, smut

You’re caged between the shower wall and Joel. He’s naked and wet, radiating sex and desire. Soapy water is running over the curves of your body while he’s washing you, taking his time. His big lathered palms are gliding over your breasts, belly, mound, ass. Your hands are pressed to the expense of his chest as he’s slowly edging you, always happy to play with you like a cat with a mouse. He’s waiting for you to break under his touch, to beg for more. Yet his heart is beating so fast and hard under your palms that it leaves you no doubt that he’s desperate for you just as much as you’re for him. He can’t get enough of you and your heart sings, seeing every sign of it— his blown eyes, the heavy breathing, his hard throbbing cock.

You’re revelling in the caress of Joel’s hands but your body takes over soon enough. Your wet palm slithers down his torso and wraps around his stiff cock. You pump the shaft a few times and guide his tip between your folds.

“Fuck me, Joel.” Your plea is almost swallowed by the sound of the rainfall shower but he hears you.

“Begging me already? So needy.” His eyes are obsidian, he can’t fool you.

“Aren’t you?” you purr, sliding his fat tip up and down over your hardened clit, massaging it, making yourself moan and tremble. The sensation makes Joel grunt and break. Through his teeth he commands, “Turn around.”

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[xtarmanderx]

@jamieroyjamieroy Tagged me for several sentence Sunday, but I didn’t see it in time to actually write anything. I did make words yesterday though! But I don’t wanna miss on making more words, so here’s a little something extra I just did. I’m gonna call it ‘Gimme More Monday’ so y’all better gimme some words! I’ll go ahead and tag @equallyloyalandlethal and @snaeken for this. 😉

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Tommy’s head is throbbing as he finally gets his eyes open. The lights above him go dark after a split second and he sighs, taking a deep breath. “Thanks,” he croaks out. His mouth tastes stale and dry and he frowns, blindly searching with his hand for anything to alleviate that feeling. Someone presses a straw to his lips and he sucks on it greedily, a noise of protest spilling free as the drink is taken from him. When he opens his eyes again, Howie Han is leaning over him looking exhausted.

“You know, I think I should just start a running tab at this point. How many times do I have to save your life?” He asks, quietly chuckling.

“I don’t…” Tommy’s brow furrows. “What the hell happened?”

“Car accident. You and Buck…you got lucky, man. And hey, he’s okay. Maddie and Jee are sitting with him right now.”

“What?” Tommy’s brow scrunches and he lifts a hand, rubbing at his face. A cool band of metal brushes against his skin and he goes still, staring at it. He didn’t go through with marrying her, did he? “Where’s Abby?”

“Oh no.” Howie whispers, mostly to himself. “Tommy…what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Captain Billings was…” Tommy’s face scrunches in concentration as he tries to remember the current captain of the 118. He’s only been on the job a couple of weeks, but he’s staring down retirement in the next six months. Just like the others, he’s not going to last. “I can’t remember,” he admits.

[reebwood]

I need to get back to drawing him, I wanna draw him doing freaky things

[sadiecoocoo]

@whumpedup I’m making a post for these two just so it’ll be easier for other people to see

Hazel, Sweet and Dynamic is my ongoing fic. It’s set post canon and follows jayvik if they were sent to the same world that Jayce was stuck in during his canonical whump era. It’s written in Viktor’s POV because I wanted to explore the guilt and denial he’d feel both Jayce actually loving him after everything he did, but it also shows his worry for Jayce as his broken leg gets worse and he seems to obsess about finding a way home. So tensions between the two rise and there’s some conflict that goes on with all of that

I would be willing to rant about future chapters if you’d ever like a writing rant buddy :)

Now for the lab break in fic, I honestly might never post it since it was something I did when I was bored in school (and I never even finished it). But, it’s set during the time skip between act 1 and 2 in season 1 where basically an assassination attempt is made on Jayce using one of the insanely strong shimmer monsters like Deckard while Viktor basically has to watch in horror

[sevenofboop]

Ok, here me out…..

[just-b-wilde]

Oh, thanks for tagging @bloodyplunder, I missed it until I saw it again on the timeline. Haha. 🤭

My WIPs:

No Way in Hell (Fivelila, AU)

Beyond the Apocalypse (Fivelila, Sylki, TVA)

The Tower (Fivelila x Tangled)

My probably dead WIPs:

I choose you (Peter/Gwen)

The dark side of love (Addie/Luc)

If our love is wrong (Loki/Sylvie)

The Lost Memories (Loki/Sylvie, AU)

I don't know who to tag, so no tags.

Thanks for the tag @olenvasynyt and @sapphiresandgold

WIP FOLDER GAME:

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Lots of abandoned drafts but I'll focus on the ones I'm working on-ish:

Torpe

Wolf's Den

RomanceWeek Favorite Trope

No pressure tags!

@bonecarversbestie @sad-scarred-sassy @clarafae @sadiegirl2021 @sunshinebingo

[acid-comet]

Magik wip!!

[sunnyskiessss]

Yall Pure vanilla is so bbg and heres him bald :3

(Dw I will be drawing his hair and hat.)

[the-ellia-west]

JoR Summaries

Each Character is the Protagonist of their own story

This is for all you theorists (I'd love to hear your thoughts on what these mean in the comments!)

Includes backstory and future elements!

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Ronan's Story is one of Resiliance, Revenge, Family, and Purpose

Finn's is one of Hurt, Home, Help, and Repair

Morena's is one of Death, Family, Confidence, and Love

Rose's is one of Grief, Identity, Loyalty and Love

Jakkon's is one of Tears, Trial, Strength, and Connection (he's here bc I already had this, and so it's not development)

Mangrove's is one of Powerlessness, Hurt, Humility, and Hope

Wild's is one of Pain, Determination, Identity, and Support

Phenik's is one of Rejection, Nobility, Worth, and Readiness

Fye's is one of Pain, Price, Goodness, and Healing

Aseiri's is one of Blood, Love, Independence, and Transformation

Marokan's is one of Death, Selfishness, Light, and Justice

Niisuda's is one of Lonliness, Lies, Protection, and Faith

And Sylaris' is one of Betrayal, Light, Fear, and Future

Please leave comments or reblogs! I love reading them! (I would also REALLY love to hear your theories about backstories or what this means for the characters futures)

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[asukiess]

writing year in review ✍️

tagged by the spouses. 🫶

what a year it was for writing.

JANUARY

annotated (felinette)

Félix and Marinette share a quiet moment together in the shared space of Adrien's bedroom.

FEBRURARY

time marches back (loveyblanc)

“But you and me, I think we could have a lot of fun together!” it's the last thing she remembers before chat blanc hurls her against a wall.

MARCH

the secrets we keep (post s5 adrien character study)

In the wake of a summer that Adrien never wanted to end, all that he wishes to push away comes back to haunt him when the school years starts again: self-doubt from identities that feel no more real than anything else; ghosts of parents who still talk to him; and most all, a fear that the people he loves will leave him in time, too. however, maybe the person who can relate most to him is the one he's never far from.

JUNE

cordially yours, nathalie sancoeur (nathalie character study)

the letter is addressed formally in a way that suggests unfamiliarity, and nathalie appreciated this. it eased the irritation. an apology bookended by 'madame' and 'très cordialement'. or: nathalie receives an email from her parents and reflects.

I love this fic. I love this fic forever.

AUGUST

for the hope of it all (eminath)

"in five years, there’s a house on the water. adrien’s fumbling with the rope knot keeping our sailboat tied to the dock. you’re watching him from the sand.” a pause, and then: “alive, i might add.” or: nathalie tells her boss's wife just how she plans on stealing her away.

SEPTEMBER

the light that throws itself on everything (eminath)

the light that throws itself on everything, stretching twice, at dusk and again at dawn, agrees to stay, but only for a while.

this was a really exciting experience for me. I'm really, really happy with this, and happy for what it has done for me creatively.

NOVEMBER

as the wren sheds her feather (emilie & adrien)

Just as he had been born for her, she’d been born for this. Looking down at the creation of her own making, her own desperate wish manifested, she praised how well he lied. So human, he told with his pricked-purple skin and ten toes and ten fingers, his golden hair thickened with tissue and blood. So human, and yet there was a palpable thrumming in her wedding ring, a hummingbird’s heartbeat around her finger that now made her more than a wife—it made her a mother. So human. From viscera, with love. Just like any other. or: everyone comes to terms with adrien's arrival.

one of my favorite things I've ever written. this is it.

wips under the cut that fill in the missing months: emma dupain cheng horror fic, you should be happy series, as well as a whole lot of eminath, including one where they're teenage runaways.

APRIL

you look like...

here's a fun one. emma dupain cheng, notable theater kid, puts on her school's production of Hamlet. she begins to begins to think Emilie is the ghost. she begins to develop a kind of god complex. she begins to believe her girlfriend, Marcie, playing Ophelia, won't make it out of the play alive.

MAY help you clean (the blood off your paws)

part three of the you should be happy series. adrien contemplates snapping himself. it's a shame that felix is always looking out for him.

they fight for a while. ladybug shows up, adrien tries to punch felix, misses, accidentally punches her in the mouth.

JULY

circa 1995

I have 10k words for this fic. I was obsessed. I have a WHOLE outline. Emilie runs away from London, aged sixteen, and bumps into Nathalie, who picks up a summer job in Paris to leave an ex-girlfriend back in the French countryside.

it's about queer love. it's about summer romance. it's about losing a friend too quickly.

AUGUST

here, I also want to commemorate a gabrieminath wip I was working on in august, called no room in frame, if not just for this section:

OCTOBER

sacre coeur

nathalie nightmare fic. emilie is unwillingly turned into a deity who cannot die, so she causes a lot of trouble in nathalie's dreams.

DECEMBER

I've been working a bit on the sentiemilie au between the holiday rush. here are some wips:

[inky-duchess]

"Do you really want to know what it is to be a Vastian Princess? It is everything you imagine: the gowns, the jewels, the receptions, the balls and all the parties." Katya's features take on a cool hardness "But it is also being always ready to flee at a moment's notice. It is always having to sleep with boots and a coat on arm's reach. It is knowing that no matter how bright you shine, how wonderful you sparkle, you are on borrowed time wherever you end up. And once they are sick of you, you must run again." - The Lost Prince Book 2, Marina VII.

TLP Taglist (ask to be + r/ -)

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[xtarmanderx]

Got tagged for tease tidbit Tuesday by the lovely @laundryandtaxesworld so here’s a snippet of something! I told myself when a certain post hit 150 interactions of any kind, I would start writing the fic for it. Here’s a taste!

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“Then go shower and clean up. We’ll lay your clothes out on the bed.” Karen squeezes his shoulder.

“Hang on a second.” Buck removes his apron and turns, holding out both hands. “Will someone please explain to me what you guys are doing here? I-I don’t want to go out tonight. I don’t want to put myself out there again. I’m-I’m not ready.” It’s the first time he’s admitted it aloud and it brings a lump to his throat.

“You don’t have to talk to anyone tonight if you don’t want to, Buck.” Karen reaches forward and gently takes his hands. “But what you can’t do is waste away in this apartment and think of him. It’s not doing you any good.”

“I miss him.” His voice shakes and her eyes mist up.

“I know you do. That’s why we’re here.” She pulls him into her arms and he hugs her tight, chin wobbling dangerously. Josh’s hand rubs soothing circles against his upper back. “One night out. A few drinks and we’ll bring you back here. And if you’re miserable, I’ll pay for your car back. Deal?”

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Tagging: @equallyloyalandlethal @exhaustedpirate @fairytalegonewronga03 and anyone else who wants to play!

[perceivedregret]

A beat. “So, do you not love her?”

Vi freezes in the middle of the hall the same way she did that night. “I never said that,” she mutters, her head falling forward as it all comes back.

“I love you.”

The heavy pause.

The way Vi chokes. “I–”

Caitlyn’s wide eyes.

The crack in Caitlyn’s voice as she muttered, “I’m going to go shower.”

And then the empty bed.

“I also never said it back,” Vi mutters quietly to herself.

the rest can be found on ao3, tagged accordingly sneak peak under the cut

“So, she said I love you and you didn’t say anything back? Why?”

“Powder, how did you even find out about that,” Vi sighs, throwing her arm over her face where she lays on the end of the couch of their living room, her legs thrown over the armrest.

“I heard you talking to Gert last night,” she says matter of fact, throwing herself in the opposite end of the couch, mirroring Vi so that their heads lie next to each other. Vi sighs, annoyed.

“How? We were behind the bar working all night. Wait, were you downstairs listening in through the floorboards again?!” Vi asks accusingly, sitting up to look at Powder. Power only rolls her eyes, fiddling with her newest contraption.

“No… okay, maybe, but it wasn’t on purpose. I was drop testing Wispy, seeing how high he can fall before he comes apart– takes four stories by the way– and then I just overheard you two talking. Why are you even talking to Gert about this anyway?”

“Because I trust them to not go blabbing to every Zaunite and I needed someone to talk to. Also, Gert is just, well, Gert. They found themselves in the middle of it, was able to read me like the fucking book that I am, knew that something was off. So, we talked about it, okay?.”

“Okay, but, who’s the girl? Is it that counselor’s daughter you and dad were talking about forever ago?”

Vi groans, falling heavily back into the couch, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. “I’m so not having this conversation with you right now. Not ever, actually,” she sighs again, decidedly sitting up to retreat back to her room.

A beat. “So, do you not love her?”

Vi freezes in the middle of the hall the same way she did that night. “I never said that,” she mutters, her head falling forward as it all comes back.

“I love you.”

The heavy pause.

The way Vi chokes. “I–”

Caitlyn’s wide eyes.

The crack in Caitlyn’s voice as she muttered, “I’m going to go shower.”

And then the empty bed.

“I also never said it back,” Vi mutters quietly to herself. She groans again, lifting her head, now stomping through the halls to get to her room. She falls face first into her bed, burying her face into the pillow where she screams.

The thing is, Vi wanted to say it, but when the moment came, it went, and then suddenly no time felt good enough to say it. It’s been four days since and she still hasn’t said it and it’s been eating her alive. Caitlyn’s face and the crack in her voice haunts Vi and she doesn’t know how much longer she can take it. After a few minutes Vi’s wallowing is interrupted by a knock at her door that makes her tense. “Powder, I said we’re not talking about it!”

“Talkin’ ‘bout what?”

Vi pushes herself up, craning her neck. “Mylo?” He and Claggor stand on either side of her door, watching Vi like she’s a wild animal about to bite if they move the wrong way. “Claggor? The hells are you two doing here?”

Claggor adjusts his goggles as he points over his shoulder. “Benzo wanted us to walk with Little Man, didn’t want him out in the Lanes by himself while enforcer presence is up.”

“Right…. What’s up with that anyway,” Vi mutters, behind on all things diplomatic or otherwise. Between school, soccer, Caitlyn, and the bar she hasn’t had much time to catch up on the problems of the Lanes. “Gert mentioned something about a threat from the radicals against the Topsiders, but not much else.”

“You worked with Gert last night?” Mylo squeaks before clearing his throat.

Vi snorts at his obvious infatuation. “Yeah, she’s having a small show with The Chem Sisters this week, performing for the Junior Innovators Competition. Gives you an opportunity to trip over your tongue and embarrass yourself,” she says around a fit of laughter as Mylo’s cheeks go scarlet.

“Shut up, alright, I don’t trip over anything. I’m about as smooth as an eel. Besides, aren’t you the one getting hot and heavy with some Topsider? A counselor’s daughter no less! Can you believe it?” he says, turning and clapping Claggor’s shoulder with the back of hand, Claggor who looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

Vi stiffens. “How the hell do you know about that,” she mutters, eyes teetering between the two. Just then Ekko runs down the hall with Powder in a fit of giggles and she remembers– Powder and Ekko were supposed to be working together for their Junior Innovators Competition last night. “Dammit, Ekko,” she curses, hiding her eyes behind her hand as she turns away from the two.

“Hey, it’s not that big of a deal,” Claggor starts, but then Mylo is stuttering to interrupt him.

“Not that big of a deal, are you insane? Vi, dating some spoiled, out-of-touch, probably unhinged power hungry Piltie is so not not a big de –woah woah woah, hey!”

Vi doesn’t know when she crossed the room, doesn’t know when she grabbed Mylo by the collar of his shirt, just knows she’s now forcing him against the wall with so much force a picture frame crashes to the floor. Luckily for her, it’s one that had already fallen before, so there’s no glass to worry about. Unluckily for Mylo, her finger is directly in his face, her own face set in a disgusted scowl as that same hand forms into a fist.

“Don’t you ever talk about her like that again, do you hear me?” she warns, shoving him again for emphasis.

“Or what, you'll hit me? Over some Topsider? Really? You don’t even like the chick enough to say I love you back,” he spits, attempting to shove at Vi but her strength keeps him pinned.

Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, eyes shut as she shakes with agitation. “Listen, Mylo, I know your favorite pastime is picking fights with us, but I’m warning you, this is not one you want to start with me,” Vi ushers. She shoves him away from herself as she steps away. She shoulders past Mylo, giving Claggor an apologetic look as she passes by to get her board from the front door to escape into the nightlife of the Lanes.

[palfriendpatine66]

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