#chains and wips

[thetoyboxs]

That time of the decade where I throw a bunch of old drawings together and post em. Here's an LU doodle dump/character study/ animation test. Some of these are actually quite old, others pretty recent. Anyways! Enjoy the look into my mind (Not much in there TBH)

[luxmoogle]

By the grace of my client @scoobysnack1107 I'll show ya'll some WIPs that have to do with their commission.. Snow Queen Naminé~!

[cheatsylu]

Little WIP I hope to finish tomorrow if I don't get distracted by artfight (>‿◠)✌

[olifdraws]

Nightmare

[mightypurpurea]

[hibbeln]

Wip ;)

I decided to challenge myself to try to make a drawing without rushing and detailed, and all rendered... that's what I did for now, with a day of work!

Well, this line is more like a sketch, but how I'm going to render it doesn't really matter, I hope

Anyway, just posting to say that I'm alive, but it might be a while before I post more art, because I'm going to focus on this one!! :)

and also, sorry for not including Time, Wars and Wild, but they are there on the other side of the room reading books while drinking tea.

[funsizedcrow]

When the youngest sibling becomes the oldest :)

Q&A (as asked by my sister and me to myself)

Q: Why is Time wearing his kokiri clothes while everyone else is just in smaller versions of their regular outfits?

A: Time came prepared for a situation exactly like this. shrunken or not child him is not wearing that armor (i didnt want to draw it)

Q: Why is Wind lecturing Legend?

A: He tried to grab a fire rod

Q: Why are they all children except for Wind?

A: I thought it would be funny. Maybe a wizzrobe did it. Maybe blue stalfos from oracle of ages showed up. Maybe there was an incident with Purah's de-aging rune. Who knows I'm just the artist here

[bubblebaath]

this has taken like... 19 drum tracks so far

[lazylittledragon]

wip of the blood and flesh dress for orin!!

ngl it's turning out way better than i thought it would

[chains-of-destiny]

New update!!

Hey everyone!

I hope you're all doing great! Just wanted to let you know that I've finally uploaded the revised Chapter 2!

This update brings 80k additional words of new variations and adjustments to better fit the Chapter 1 rewrite, rewritten text, and new choices. There are a lot of new variables, so you will need to start a new save to play the update.

What's new?

The previously locked WIP choices are now fully playable!

Reconnect with Iris if you met her in Chapter 1.

For those of you who asked the blacksmith in Chapter 1 to forge a weapon for you, you'll finally be able to "get acquainted with it."

There's also a new optional dynamic in Iris's route. I don't want to give too much away, but let's just say it's connected to the path where your MC cuts ties with their mother.

A new optional scene with Nemio where you'll get to dig a little deeper into who he is and maybe even uncover some clues about the Council's rather sudden decision.

A new subplot where your MC can develop a one-sided crush on Nemio—and more!

On a more technical note, I've done my best to squash any bugs I could find, but if you spot any inconsistencies, errors, or things that seem off, please let me know!

Link to the updated demo: [Here]

I had to temporarily cut the new Zenon relationship options—they needed more development, and I didn't want to delay this update further (plus, I really wanted to continue the story). Don't worry, though—I'll add them later (likely after Chapter 4). While I don't plan to revisit this chapter for at least the next two chapters, I'd still love to hear your thoughts. If you have any feedback, critiques, or suggestions, feel free to share them with me!

Thank you all for your patience and support. I hope you enjoy the new content!😊

[defensivelee]

MY HALIFAX DESIGN LOOKS LIKE CHAPPELL ROAN 🔥🔥🔥⁉️⁉️

[rebelfell]

I hesitate to call this a WIP because I actually have no memory of writing it and doubt I’ll ever finish it. But since I got tagged by @thecreelhouse and @keeksandgigz for WIP wednesday-on-a-thursday, here we go with some in-progress filth.

all I can say for certain is I was clearly in a Mood…

The air in the room had grown hot and stifling, condensation starting to steam up the windows as muted blue street light filtered through them.

Steve’s hands rested on your hips and you could feel every tremor of his body under yours. Taught muscles quivering, his strong grip tensing so his fingertips dug into your doughy flesh.

He had his lips pressed together, trying to stifle the whines and whimpers that fell out of him with every tortuous second that passed. But you were so wet, so tight around him, he felt like he was going to die right there nestled in your heat.

“Eddie, p-please,” you mewled, turning your head trying to catch your boyfriend’s eye as he stalked around the bed. “Please let him move, it hurts…”

The pitiful lilt in your voice was laid on a little thicker than you intended, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Eddie smiled, coming around to stand in front of you, his hand snaking into your hair to grasp it at the root.

It made you pulse around Steve and he started to huff like a bull trying not to charge.

“What hurts, princess?” Eddie asked. “Is Stevie’s big cock too much for you?”

Probably, yeah, you thought as your head shook.

His was certainly longer than any other you’d ever had. And thicker too, except for Eddie’s.

The minute you saw it for the first time, arousal had surged between your legs at the thought of it filling you. And as you straddled his lap and sank down on him so, so slowly, every inch made you question your own sanity.

It had been settled deep inside of you for nearly twenty minutes now, the both of you under strict instructions not to move. Not allowed so much as a wiggle to get more comfortable, unless of course Eddie gave you permission.

Even your hands were supposed to remain in one place, his on your hips and yours on his shoulders. With your palms touching the edges of the soft down of dark hair in the center of his chest.

And with every minute that passed, you had only grown more desperate; more pathetic and needy; more plaint and willing to do anything so long as it earned you the sweet release you craved.

But you suspected it would be a while yet.

Eddie was clearly having too much fun.

[luxmoogle]

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[evanreichel]

A wip of bigger work - my personal challenge after “draw 20 different scarlet crusaders” - to draw the perfect death knight armor

[imawholeassmood]

Flirt

This is the smartest thing Lena’s ever done, at least according to her two-a.m. wine-drunk brain.

When she received the email notification for a new blog post from her favorite author, Kara Danvers, Lena had been commiserating with Sam over her lack of love life. Unfortunately for Lena, Sam knows her well enough to know when to notice and then call her out when her face shifted at the notification. While Lena has mastered the art of stoicism and maintaining a front for people, she’s never quite been able to hide her reactions when it comes to Kara.

Kara, the blonde-ponytailed, glasses-wearing dork who hops on live video events only to quickly devolve into a mess of giggles and blushes at the flood of compliments she inevitably receives. Kara, the wordsmith who has written all of Lena’s favorite books of the last three years. Kara, the hopeless romantic who waxes poetic about love and romance and partnership who is notoriously single.

“What’s that face, Luthor?” Sam asks, breaking Lena from her reverie. Lena tried to brush her off, but it was no use. She had never been any good at resisting her long-time best friend. Lena turns her phone to face Sam with the blog article pulled up.

Quick! Someone flirt with me. I need to practice for a thing I’m writing!

Sam grabs the phone and reads the words out loud, practically exploding into a fit of laughter when they register to her own wine-drunk brain.

“Ohmygod, you have to do this!” Sam says, still laughing.

“Do what?”

“Flirt with her!”

“Sam, that’s not real,” Lena says, putting on her best impression of sober Lena. “It’s a blog. A funny thing she’s saying. For likes.”

Truly, Lena’s not even sure why she’s arguing against it. Wasn’t she just thinking replying to this request would be the best idea she’s ever had?

“Come on!” Sam urges. “Even if it is a joke, how much fun would it be to slide into her DM’s?”

Lena takes another swig of wine. It’s not like she hasn’t thought of it before. Sliding into Kara’s direct messages. Until now, she never knew what to say, how to not sound creepy or like any other random stranger who hits on someone they’ve never met. This was the perfect ice breaker.

“Aaaand,” Sam continues, “if nothing comes of it, at least you can die without the regret of never having made your move on Karl Danfers. Karla Damvers.” She tastes the words, stretching out each syllable, knowing something’s not quite right, but also not sure what’s wrong.

“Kara Danvers. Give me that.” Lena swipes for her phone, but Sam pulls it away and out of her reach.

Sam finishes off the last of her own wine and says, “oh, well. I doubt she would have replied anyway.”

That gets Lena’s attention. “What do you mean you doubt she’d reply?”

Sam shrugs. “I’m sure Kara Danvers has people slide into her DM’s every single day. I mean, you’ve seen her, right? Besides, you are good at many things, Lena Luthor, and I love you, but flirting is not exactly one of your strengths.”

“Excuse me,” Lena says, indignant. “I am an amazing flirterer. Flirter. Flirt?” Why was English so hard.

“Please.”

Lena grabs the wine bottle, chugging straight from the mouth. When she finishes it, she slams the bottle onto the coffee table. “I’ll prove it.”

[gum-iie]

i have flight anxiety here is one of the pages of dottoren i drew stoned and nearly shitting my pants at 30,000 feet