#i post wip i get dopamine

[rimeah]

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[kirumarythechair]

me when i join a mutuals whiteboard 2 days late

[reisaval]

I so badly wish I could post teasers or WIPs or anything on this blog but my therapist literally told me not to so you all get nothing until it's finished. Sorry. Them's the rules.

[organizechaoss]

oh my god guys i did it. i finished the major finale arc of the husk overlord fic! idk if it's good, but i can do the fun stuff now!!! healing! fluff! loose ends! hopefully this goes by quick so i can go back and edit the hot mess dumpster fire and move onto something new <3

[kuwdora]

Snippet Sunday tagged by @witch-and-her-witcher at some point. I have like 30 WIPs but I'm only allowing myself to work on 5 WIPs this month so I can finish stuff. Theoretically. This is a post-book/game canon Ciri thing that is ultimately inspired by @andordean's Blood Ties because that story is still eating my brain. Nevermind I've never managed to finish my other Ciri fic and I've never written Regis before... but hey, there's a first time for everything. Right?

“Are there any memories in particular that have disturbed you of late?” Regis asks. Ciri shrugs and swirls the remaining wine in her cup. She refills it and nudges the folio towards him. “What’s this?” he asks, carefully pulling the folio into his lap but not opening it. “Memories. Or the promise of them, at least,” Ciri says. “Oh?” Regis asks and turns the folio over. Deliberately not opening it. Ciri props her chin on her shoulder and stares at him, wishing she was a little more drunk, but maybe that was just the grief talking. Regis looks up and meets her gaze, politely looking past her thoughts in that vampire way he could do without reading them. He wouldn’t let himself read her mind. Not unless she asked. She should ask. It would be easier than pirouetting around the pain. But whatever titles she now held, she was still Ciri of Vengerberg who always took action, whether it was wrong or right. She was the daughter of Geralt of Rivia, and a witcheress from the School of the Wolf. She understood how to use her accumulated knowledge to assess a situation and attack. It would be better if she got this feeling off her chest herself.

[dumbbullet]

its 3 am and I have about 20 pages of thumbnails for a highly specific yet highly abstract comic idea

[prompt-master]

I've been meaning to ask but do you hate Danganronpa now?

Oh no no not at all. I love dr! And I love ghau!

But I need you to understand that I am literally constantly rotating ninja turtles in my head and there's a MOVIE. SOON. this will continue to last fo a good bit

[scolek]

once every six months on average i invent strange and beautiful new ways for anime people to express affection

[ludicleaf]

nobody ever talks about how dangerous getting comments on ao3 is. one inbox message saying they like what i wrote and all of a sudden i feel like posting my half-completed, entirely unedited wip just for another small taste of that dopamine

[yyumehh]

I DID IT! I POSTED EVERYDAY OF FEBRUARY!!!

in celebration that i finished an art challenge for once in my life, here’s an art dump of some wips i didn’t finish during this month of (fun) exhaustion.

i’m gonna take a breather now 🫠

lessons i learned throughout my 28 days of dailies,,,

post bad art!

you can’t WAIT to become the artist you want to be— you’ll never achieve anything like that. you will always grow and find ways to improve and, in turn, never feel like you’re ready. you just need to start. you can’t move forward without taking your first step, so just post “bad” art! you’ll grow along the way and BECOME the artist you want to be.

art does not need to be fully rendered to be deemed “complete”!

i’m, admittedly, still struggling with this one. i have this block in my brain that thinks nothing is done or good enough until i render it. and as someone that very much enjoys the composition of a shot/pose/expression/etc over colouring…. that should be easy! it’s not even the part i enjoy! but i feel like it has to look a certain way to be “acceptable.” over the last 28 days i had several days of just wips and project updates because i had nothing “done” and it 100% helped break that mentality. this post is enough evidence of that. i would NEVER dream to post these wips before now. especially that dandadan one. it’s so yucky and messy but it’s been sitting on the back burner for months now because i’m afraid to finish it and mess it up aaaand that’s a whole tangent in itself 🫠

posting casually is healthy and good and fun!

kinda similar the previous one, but as scary and unfamiliar and (let’s be real) how BAD i am at social media, it’s meant to be fun! it’s not meant to be stressful or scary, and having fun and being casual invites yourself and others into a space of open-ness and leisure. go have fun dude.

remember, you’re an untrained buffoon!

you don’t know what you’re doing, so stop beating yourself about every little thing! you’re bad at social media— we know this! you’ve gotten better (kinda) so shut up and keep growing your skills. you don’t like colouring— we KNOW this! you’re taking forever because your adhd brain gets no dopamine from coloring and it takes you forever to get yourself to do it, so shut uP and keep at your pace. you do not know how to animate— we KNOW THIS!! you’re taking forever because you’re inexperienced and struggling like a mf to even envision what you want sometimes,,, but shut up. you’re an untrained buffoon. take it step by step. you’ll grow along the way. you’ll get better and faster and…

you will become the artist you want to be

[eobe]

My dearest folks and wanderers, who come around…

Currently I’m overwhelmed of how much love and reactions I get in here 🥰 Thank you all so much! I‘m sending big Wrecker hugs to all of you 🤩✨🙏 Before I return full force to drawing Star Wars fanart, have a rare original artwork of mine – my current awake internal processing dragon ✨🐉

Somewhere it is told that those clumsy, precious-hoarding and -staring lizards, feigning intelligence for big effect, should bring luck allegedly 😂🤷🏽‍♀️ I‘m not sure about that, but the scale hatching pattern looks nice and was dopamining for me to draw, so yeah 🤩✨

Announcements and statements

have a caf for those ☺️☕️🫶

Things happened and things may happen and I‘m always open for messages, no matter if request, feedback or deep talk – be sure it’ll be with an open ear, respect and caf vibe 😀☕️ I‘m serious with important things, but I‘m not willing to discuss important things emotionally loaded. Agitated hearts aren‘t wise, only agitated – so I won‘t accept quarrel invitations 😂 This is the way 🤷🏽‍♀️

Holidays were weird 🤯 I got sick, I got unsettled, I did my first fanfiction-y writing (wtf? I write?) and my developing artstyle decided to unsettle me additionally, confusing my WIP and a genuinely asking feeling what for Maker’s sake is actually happening ❤️‍🩹

So with all my current whatevers I got inspired to do some more clarifications 🙏✨

What is that Chaos Squad thing?

For those who don’t know – don’t get confused, the „Chaos Squad“ is working on a definition and is in it’s finding phase 😂 As I see this, we‘re fun chaotic artists / writers / else collab group and want people to enjoy fun and inspiring-each-other-into-creating escalations with us in the Star Wars fandom 🤩🫶✨

I can only speak for myself, but like some others of us, I play with my Star Wars OCs and the art-, reblog- or comment-chaos gets OC „flavoured“. But I’m not a roleplayer 😀 I stay artist Eobe and use for Chaos Squad activities my OCs mainly to give myself an art- and scene-fitting face insert in our together creations! ☺️ Feel yourself always invited to reach out if you want to ask something! ☕️

This is an artblog and it stays an artblog ✍️ my focus is doing art, collabs and interactions mainly in the Star Wars universe, but I love to do art and crossovers with other fandoms if I like 🤩✨… or some more original art, if I manage to get over my actual shyness 😗

Eobe entering AO3

sounds like a threat 😂 I‘m almost sure I would even do threats not without offering a caf ☕️ what am I hihihi

I’m on AO3 now and dragon is my pfp in AO3!

Gorgeous @eclec-tech 🫶 lured me back to AO3 as co-creator for continuing „The Spicy Fox“ story ☕️🦊! Check it out, the new chapter is so much fun to read and I love to have the honor to accompany it with my artworks – a new one freshly added at the end of the chapter, already showing some progress in my artstyle (if my eyes aren’t jinxed like everything else seems to be currently 😱)! The artwork will get its own posting of course, but I wanted to opt in back to you all with dragon 🐉✨

As I also absolutely unforeseen managed to write a „thing“ despite blockades – my unintroduced clone OC took over when I was massively unsettled and started his Matrix / Undercover coded loner mission against the inhibitor chips, knowing way too much… I think I call it „The Source Code“ 👀✨ and I‘m very tempted to deliver you the continuation that already roughs my brain (some were also asking for it 🙈 thank you so much)!

So long story short (what a joke actually!? 😂)

There will be more art again soon hopefully (and maybe even those writings? Whatever maintenance is currently happening in my head 😂)

I‘m absolutely looking forward ☝️🤩✨

Taglist – for information: @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit @freesia-writes

[mrghostrat]

hi bilvy!

I wanna start getting into writing fics, and i know the general idea of all my stories, but I'm not sure how to plan them beforehand while keeping my motivation for the actual writing at the same time. do you have any tips for a fellow Aussie?

you gotta let yourself be self indulgent about it!! plan your favourite scenes first so you can day dream about em and look forward to writing them (like me replaying “you’re gay?” “yes..?!?” in my head for weeks, and how much i’m looking forward to the final scene of editor hehe)

get tropey, collect silly tumblr posts into a tag for inspiration, make pinterest boards, make playlists!! anything that gives you a rush of giddiness or dopamine that you can uncork whenever you need some extra inspiration

and sharing snippets with a friend or two can be really motivating as well. i live for @niltia’s live reacts to my WIPs and getting to listen to @eviebane recording themself reading the completed chapters is such a huge motivator for me to get them finished 🤌

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

wip wednesday thursday

thank you for tagging me @the-mandawhor1an and @itwasntimethatdidit40 💕

this week I'm still coming down from my high of writing yes ma'am but there are a gazillion projects to work on. and all i do is write for old man joel, who's not part of any project with a deadline. the heart wants what it wants, i guess.

“Watch your mouth…” He mumbles, taking your chin into his hand. There was still lipstick on his fingers from where you sucked on his index the moment he stopped being vigilant for a second. You suckled on his finger like a kitten on its momma’s teats when all he wanted was to be kinda romantic and gentlemanly and tried caressing your cheek. And now you're doing it again, mouth open and chasing his fingers. With the dirtiest grin he has seen on a woman’s face for quite some time. “Nah. You watch it.” You stick out your tongue, trying to get the tip close enough to one of his fingers. Jesus Christ, what kind of animal are you, he wonders. “My mouth?” “Nope. Watch mine.”

npt some (dmamc) writers, show me what you're working onnn, get some dopamine from posting a snippet, pretty pwease: @quinnnfabrgay-writes @clawdee @magpiepills @almostempty @syd-djarin

@burntheedges @toomanystoriessolittletime @guiltyasdave

[olderthannetfic]

People getting obsessed with their AO3 stats, yeah get excited about kudos and comments because truthfully, everyone wants to know their hardwork is connecting with someone, but find other stats to help with the dopamine hit. Stats that you control, not up to the whims of others. Words counts. Per story. Per fandom. Per year. Overall. I'm 3k away from 40k words for the year! Or I'm 5k words ahead of where I was last year at this time. I'm this many words away from achieving some number that I have decided to celebrate.

Number of fics posted. Per fandom and overall. I get excited to see the numbers go up on my page. I like to stare at my documents and ask "which one of you wips is going to be fic #34?!" But I also celebrate in increments of 5. I currently write for two different fandoms so I get the satisfaction of hitting those arbitrary achievements collectively and again for both fandoms individually.

Number of pages on your AO3 profile. This one takes longer because there are 20 stories per page. I am currently One story away from my 10th page on my profile. (and then I get to also celebrate in another 10 stories when I'll have 9 pages for just one fandom) This is also fun because you can look at the number of pages for your fandom and go "10 of those are mine."

Getting a new "year" tab on your AO3 stats page.

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[jtavington]

Gelphie WIP: Proposal(s)

Posting this mostly so a friend can see this easily for feedback. Glinda has a nervous breakdown, the truth comes out, and Tip is exactly who you think they are. Feedback welcome. Could use the dopamine.

The door to the retiring room had barely closed before Glinda shoved Elphaba up against the wall and kissed her. She was a woman possessed, her hands roaming everywhere, and her teeth scraping Elphaba’s bottom lip. Elphaba clung to her because there was nothing else to do. She could no more deny Glinda than she could deny magic. Glinda’s kisses were brands against her skin. Possessed, claiming.

She didn’t stop until Elphaba’s lungs burned with the need for oxygen. Her eyes indeed shone and it was the light of mania and desperation. “Elphie,” she whispered. She traced the lines of Elphaba’s face as if her site had failed her and she needed to confirm it wasn’t an imposter. “I love you.”

“I love you too?” She put her hands on Glinda shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Avaric won’t help me, and I spent all of supper trying to figure out how to bring more of the crowd on board without him, and I can’t do it.”

Elphaba would have said that it was disappointing, but she had never had much faith in the margrave to begin with. “Well, we’ll just have to brainstorm something else. You got a few people to agree to get back the stolen property. Cheer up, even you have to be told no sometimes.”

“That’s just it. I could have gotten him to say yes.” She swallowed. “He asked me to marry him in exchange so he could use my dowry to settle some debts. And I couldn’t do it.”

Elphaba blinked. He had dragged Glinda out there for a marriage proposal. Was there no one in Gilikin who treated marriage as marriage and not financial planning? “I don’t understand why I’m supposed to be upset.”

Glinda paste furiously in the small circle between Elphaba and the door .  “Because I chose my own happiness over the right thing, and you always pick the right thing, over your happiness. I almost married Fiyero for stupider reasons, but I can’t do it anymore. Because I think people should marry for love, now, apparently!” She threw up her hands. “And that means the only person I want to marry is you and now I’m going to have to find a way to make people give me half a billion! That’s billion! With a ‘B!’”

“We’ll manage. No reasonable person expects you to get married over property.” Well. Gilikin did, but there was something in the water up there that destroyed the reasonable faculty. Her brain caught up with the rest of what Glinda had said. The only person I want to marry is you. The floor shifted under her. She’d wanted some kind of formal commitment someday, but it was a vague, amorphous thing, more a wish to share her life than a concrete plan with rings and ceremonies. And when she did ask, she hadn’t planned on it being five feet from the necessary.

“Was that a marriage proposal?” she asked.

Glinda froze. “Marriage proposal? Why do you think I—oh.” She turned to face Elphaba. The only sound was her foot beating a soft, staccato rhythm on the floor. “If it were, what would you say?” Her face contorted itself into a scrunch, and she leaned forward, waiting.

Elphaba’s tongue was thick in her mouth. It would be much easier if she had a ring in her pocket and a surfeit of enthusiasm. “I would say…” she tried. “I would say that the thought is both the nicest dream I’ve ever had and the scariest. We had no idea what w’ere doing.” Wait, that sounded too mean. “Um, what I mean to say is that… I don’t want to get engaged and then find out that I’m no good at all the boring parts.” Glinda allowed her to thread their fingers together. Elphaba chose to take that as a good sign. “Because, yes, I think I’m playing for keeps here.”

“That’s my Elphie. Always so cautious.” A strangled laugh escaped her throat. “I suppose I can’t blame you. I really don’t have the best track record and being engaged. But I meant what I said. I want a life with you, Elphaba Thropp.”

“Before you ladies continue, you should know that you aren’t alone.” Marshing leaned heavily on the doorframe that led to the toilet. “Word of advice: don’t eat the ham.”

Glinda yelped. Elphaba swore. That conniving, no good gossip hound. If he hadn’t guessed before, he knew for certain now. “I ought toI ought to turn you into a pumpkin and bake a pie.”

“Just a coincidence. Promise.”

“A coincidence? Like how I’m always bumping into you? You’re worse than a plague.”

Glinda put a hand on Elphaba’s arm. “I think what Elphaba is saying is how much do I have to pay for you to forget everything you just heard?”

“I said what I said,” Elphaba growled. “I know you think he’s some kind of ally in the papers, but he’s been after me since I came back. And I’d like to know why. And don’t say it’s because I’m news.”.

“You are.” He did still look nauseous. Maybe he really did have food poisoning. “I’m a journalist. A journalist stuck at a scandal sheet, but a journalist. And one who would never reveal proclivities that might prove awkward without consent.” He forced himself to stand up straight. “I’m something like the two of you, I suppose you’d say. Not quite, but I have more in common with you that I do most people.”

“Can you stop talking in circles, for once in your life?” He was an idiot. Or a spy. Trouble in either case.

“I’m a girl, you idiot!” His—her--voice was like a steel blade. “But my outside doesn’t match the inside. I was hoping if I stuck around you long enough, you’d use that fancy book of yours to turn me around right. Or I could swipe it long enough to fix myself. And if none of that worked, I thought maybe the world knowing that the two most popular people in Oz preferred each other’s company and were anything but selfish might make things easier for people like me.” She inhaled a shuddering breath. Elphaba realized with a little shock that there were tears in her eyes. “Are you happy now?”

A heavy silence descended over the room. Her words were failing Elphaba tonight as one surprise after another punched her in the nose. Not so much that Marshing was a woman. She was living proof that biology was more complex than people give it credit for. It was more that Marshing had preferred to pretzel herself with a stupid plan rather than just ask. “Yes,” Elphaba said in a voice that was much smaller than she would have preferred. “But I don’t do transformations anymore. They tend to leave the victim much worse off than before.”

“Some of us might be willing to risk it,” she said glumly, scuffing her shoes across the floor like a child being lectured by the teacher. “But I suppose I can’t put that on your conscience if you don’t want it,” she said in a voice that suggested she very much wished she could put it on Elphaba’s conscience. “Don’t worry. I won’t divulge your secrets as long as you don’t divorce mine. But I still think coming clean could do so much good for Oz.”

Glinda had not said a word since Marshing’s outburst. Her brows furrowed, and she was thinking so loudly that it was a wonder people didn’t hear her through the door. “I think,” she said as if she were working through a difficult math problem. “I think you might have a point. Just not quite the way you think.”

“Glinda?”

“Your circulation would skyrocket overnight. The love life of Glinda the Good and the wicked witch of the West? Together?” Her laugh was high and cold. “There’s not a soul from here to Brox Hall that wouldn’t want to read about it. Or rather, a carefully curated version of it. And while they read about that, they can also read about the heartbreaking tales of Animals bereft of home and dignity because of the greed of a few aristocrats.”

“I don’t think the aristocrats read the Star.”

“But their tradesmen and servants do.” The realization clicked into place like a key in a lock. “And those parasites are nothing without the people they lord over. Shame them, make sure everyone they depend upon for goods and services knows exactly what kind of thieves they are.” She allowed herself a small smile. “And since everyone is now allowed to speak their mind, well there’s nothing stopping them from being the target of protests. Most people will take their gold regardless, but enough will be outraged to make things very uncomfortable for them.”

It was a risky plan, but also a clever one that might work. As long as Elphaba was willing to sell her hard-won privacy.

But Marshing was already planning his article series or book deal or whatever it was. “The great love story of our age. Starcrossed lovers on the opposite side of a rebellion, now to forge a better Oz. Carefully calibrated to stir egalitarian, even radical sentiment. And then…” She slammed her fist against an open palm. “We hit them with the nefarious deeds of the upper class.”

“The true nefarious deeds,” Glinda said warningly. “Not one spot of exaggeration or not only will there be no exclusives, but I will do everything in my power to make sure the inevitable libel suits succeed.”

Marshing gulped and nodded. Smart woman. “Do we have a deal?”

That was the question. She didn’t want love turned into something tawdry. She deserved that after everything. But she also wanted to sit next to Glinda and prevent any other debt-ridden nobles from proposing. And she wanted the Animals to live in a just nation. “Married couples have lives together. They don’t skulk in the shadows and sneak away before morning so no one knows what they were doing. We can’t learn to be together if we never are.”

Maybe Glinda was right and Elphaba would always choose the greater good over her own happiness.