#and don’t get me started on my WIPs

[hellsbellssinclub]

Too many fic ideas 😠😠😠

Too many WIPs 😠😠😠

Too many forgotten plot points to continue stories 😠😠😠

Too many new fandoms 😠😠😠

[sableeira]

You know that one screenshot from the stage play? Yeah…

If you don’t know, here is the reference:

yeah Chuuya isn’t grabbing Dazai’s coat here and looks angry… I took some artistic liberties in the name of being annoying about skk 🫡

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

An incredibly late Christmas with the UA family and their matching sweaters-

I know it’s like a month late, but this one had me fist-fighting the Earth trying to get it finished and I Did Not Plan on giving up lol

[cynicalmusings]

is it… is it kind of bad that i’m finding myself very attracted to the fish-man in arcane

[liorlen]

working on smth where I put gale in silly outfits based on wizard subclasses/schools of magic, since I already did necromancer.

[spiderin-space]

Lamb unfortunately was Not dainty in their escape 😔😩

(Feat. @paintpaintpaintman’s Petra in the third sketch)

[hplonesomeart]

Going to post this small snippet spoiler for another SMG4 animatic I’m cooking up for viewing pleasure (and also simply because these characters are slowly seeping into my subconscious. As we speak Mr. Puzzles is directing my actions so that I can push his name into stardom with “gloriously animated content” HE’S KEEPING ME HOSTAGE HELP /J)

IT’S NOT FINISHED IT’S A POTENTIAL WORK IN PROGRESS

I love musicals and Mr. Puzzles strikes me as a theater nerd so I figured Hairspray (song being Welcome to the 60’s) was a good fit, plus wouldn’t it be fun to see Meggy try and help him along to start a redemption arch? Like how could they not carry a bit of sentimentality over the time spent together? I feel like her resilient passive aggressive energy pairs well with how he can be stubborn sometimes too…she can give him the push (or more like a well-intentioned shove) he needs to get his act together and give it another try! Because a part of me feels like he would want to regress into unhealthy past habits after facing so many defeats at the hands of SMG4 crew; shut himself in solitude and stare at a screen. So think the animatic would start with that scene and then lead into the musical number :D

[chibishortdeath]

Mspaint is really fun actually—

[biscuityskies]

Happy wip wednesday number one 🥳

Here are the lines that finally wrapped up section four out of six on this fic and pushed the damn thing to 11k 😎

The sound of laughter covers Obi-Wan’s hushed whisper next to Cody’s ear. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Not like that,” is Cody’s reply. When next Obi-Wan looks, he’s wearing a smile.

Happy new year!!!! May your fields (wips) flourish and your children (completed works) be exactly as bountiful as you want them to be <3

[runnning-outof-time]

Has anyone ever had the problem where they want to read and write and just overall interact in/with fandom in general but then they just…don’t?

I’ve been really struggling and fighting with it these last few days and I hate it 😩

[gaydexvocaloid]

archer kaito wip 2!! & please read tags if possible ^_^ sorta important info!! !

[gothsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!

[sableeira]

sometimes I forget that I have creative freedom over my projects and I can put tiny little references to my favorite stories in there

[ronsenburg]

This WIP Wednesday is brought to you by that one poll blog that always asks: would polyamory have saved them? (The answer here is no, not really, but it might not hurt to try.)

“Why me, Sylvain?” Dorothea asked on the night of his twelth and final proposal.

The war had been over for nearly eighteen months, by then, but the streets of Enbarr still resembled the crumbling remains of the battlefield they’d been ultimately reduced to. Memories of violence and death had been hastily plastered over the backdrop of her previous life; after everything that had happened, after everything she’d done, it was far too painful to stay. So Dorothea had made a new home in Fhirdiad, teaching all the freshly orphaned little girls to sing and shivering through even the most mild of those first autumn days. It was Sylvain who had given her the first winter cloak she would wear in the kingdom, a gift on the day of his fourth proposal. The thick wool was dyed an indigo blue so deep that it was nearly purple, the inside fully trimmed in fine black ermine. She sat with it pulled close around her that night, still cold despite the fire and the thick stone walls that separated them from the late winter chill. This little library was one of Sylvain’s favorites, a glorified storeroom filled to the brim with dusty accounts of war that no one ever bothered to open. She’d spent more evenings in this room, in this chair, than she could count, now.

“There are plenty of women out there who would gladly overlook the occasional dalliance in exchange for a title.”

“You know I’m not that person anymore,” Sylvain replied, voice pained. The light from the dying fire beside them caught the shine of his eyes as he spoke. She watched as he dragged a hand roughly across them before burying his fingers back into the strands of his already disheveled hair. It was the most distraught Dorothea had ever seen him—and it was also the most honest. This was exactly the candor she’d been asking for since the night of his third proposal, when she’d realized that under all the flirting and the banter he used to dull the actual meaning of his words, Sylvain was actually sincere. She hadn’t anticipated just how difficult it would be for him to arrive here… or the guilt she would feel watching him struggle this way. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It isn’t a dalliance. It’s Felix.”

Dorothea shook her head softly. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

Only, she thought she might. Maybe it was because she was an outsider, one of the few members of their little group not woven tightly among the others with years of family acquaintance or political affiliation. Maybe she was simply better at reading people. But she’d seen all the little looks and lingering touches as though they were stage directions written in the margins of a script. A love story in three acts. It was absurd to imagine she was the only one to notice. The quiet murmurs traded just beyond the circle of the party’s campfire. The look on Sylvain’s face the first time he’d come galloping out of some magically charged cloud of smoke with Felix’s unconscious body draped across the saddle.

The Sylvain of the present reminded her a bit of the man she’d seen, then. Pale and so, so desperate for her understanding. This wasn’t the poet attempting to immortalize the splendor of a great love; this was the face of someone truly haunted.

“I don’t think I can live without him, Thea,” he murmured, stricken. “Goddess knows I’ve tried to.”

And there it was, in all its gore and agony. The final bits of gossamer and tulle unwound, the evening’s makeup all washed away. Gone was the character from their academy days; all that was left before her, now, was Sylvain.

Dorothea sighed, reaching out to clasp his larger hands between her own. “Have you considered that marrying Felix might solve—“

“I can’t marry Felix,” Sylvain interrupted with a shake of his head. “Not for the reasons you’re thinking, either. It… it doesn’t work, between us. Not really. Not for long.”

“Why me?” She asked again, this time more softly.

“You’ve always understood me, Dorothea. I think I might understand you, too.” The declarations of unyielding love had stopped sometime around proposal number five. This felt more genuine, anyway. “I think we could be happy together. I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t.”

[quinn-pop]

every time i try animating something smooth i always have to stop and remember that i’m way too impatient for that. so. here’s a shrinking kirby

[quillkiller]

it really is wild to have been so deep in the marauders fandom when i was like 15 and then coming back in my 20s and be like………. what happened while i was gone