#my wips are not whipping

[halteinfachmaldeinefresse]

I need a magic fairy to drop in and give me some ✨writing inspiration✨

if anybody got some tips for me pls, im desperate🤧

[cuppajj]

Probably already asked before how did you get into cookie run?

I can’t find the original answer for it so I’ll say the abridged version here

back in the day I was super confused by cookie run because I saw fanart and didn’t get what it was. Cookies running?? All I see are cool (humanoid) character designs, where tf is the cookie run part of this??

Then I learned cookie run was a gacha game sometime around the crk BTS update and thought “ew I don’t like gacha”. BUT I did like the character designs, specifically crk’s—and it turned out I had friends who were into cookie run, who posted fanart around the same time so it was on my tumblr dash for me to see?? So then I went “god it’s those freakin cookies again.” And after doing a little peeking into the actual series (mainly crk), I was like “oh ok. hey my oomfies I think this game might trap me in a fixation hole so can you discourage me from playing the game? It is gacha and I don’t want to spend my money.” Oomfies predictably did the opposite.

So then I was like “ok fine I will play cookie run kingdom for like… an hour or two, I will see how bad the pay to win feature affects the playability.” Turns out, for someone like me who’s mainly interested in the main story, not much at all!!! And that was it pretty much, alongside seeing the Ancients. It was not as predatory as I thought it would be, and to this day the game is actually playable without spending money at all. Sure I will be a scrub compared to whales, BUT I am the kind of gamer who’s pretty good at grinding things (thanks guild wars 2 skyscale quest) so I know I can get there with enough work if I choose to or even care to.

Which not really, I don’t care about the pvp and master modes, I just want a banger story and that’s exactly what I got. Crk’s story is very good??????????? (Also the worldbuilding in general)

Which speaking of it really helped that I got into crk just before Beast Yeast started so I had a very juicy story to follow, because if I had joined any earlier (like the BTS update) then I don’t know if I’d have been as into the game as I am. So thank you shadow milk, you were the nail in the coffin

TLDR: I actually wasn’t planning to get into cookie run but it grabbed me by the throat and threw me through a wall, fun stuff!

[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

Glub glub

[hyperfocusthusly]

You’ll all be super pleased to hear this piece is still kicking me in the shins and stealing my lunch money

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[garchamp]

maan i love your artstyle😩😩🙏🙏🙏🙏 it has some retro(?) vibes idk like vhs

your arts look so tasty i want to eat them

Hello! Thank you! I suppose it's the work of.the filter which causes chromatic aberration, maybe thats why it looks like vhs :DDD. You can best see it here :D

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[johnslittlespoon]

accidentally just created my own buckbucky college au oops (i love college aus tho, this was far overdue tbh) so here's like ~2k words of (semi–nsfw) drabble that i wanna turn into a oneshot/series :-)

thinking about modern au pre–established relationship buckbucky who meet in their first year of college because they apply to an ad to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus, complete strangers save for a few texts back and forth until move in day.

they become fast friends despite how opposite they are, john being a cliche frat boy type (but subverting expectations by majoring in something english–related? waxing secret poetry about his 'obvious as the sun to everyone but gale' crush on his roommate lol) and gale being a studious math/science major, no interest in parties or campus culture. pining aside, everything's just fine until:

john does something stupid a few months into the school year and ends up spraining/breaking his dominant arm– probably wipes out trying to ride his bike home to his and gale's apartment while drunk after a party. gale gets a call at midnight from a sheepish john asking if he can come drive him to the hospital, and of course he does, though after his initial concern when he picks john up at the side of some random street, he's fuming at john's idiocy.

"you could've rode into traffic, john. jesus, you're gonna give me a stroke one of these days, you gotta start using your brain more." and john's drenched in cold–sweat from pain as he cradles his arm to his chest, head tilted back against the headrest and trying not to curse out every red light as his head spins, but he still cracks a weak smile and says "c'mon buck, you'd be bored if i started using my brain." gale glances over and the stern look is enough to shut john up.

this injury leads to gale having to help him with certain tasks for a bit, like shaving his face, brushing his teeth, doing his hair, tying shoes, etc. john's stubborn the day after, independent to a fault, refusing to ask for help, and gale watches with mild amusement/hidden winces, not wanting to push because he knows by now it'll only make john dig his heels in. gale only decides that enough is enough when he's walking past the half–open bathroom door the next afternoon and suddenly hears a sharp inhale and a stream of profanities and pokes his head in to find john's cut his jaw trying to shave with his left hand.

the intimacy and domesticity of it all– john pretends he's inconvenienced, but once he realizes this means he gets to stare at gale's focussed face up close as he sits on the bathroom counter and gale stands between his legs carefully shaving away his stubble, he's a lot less reluctant to accept help. but being that close to gale's face and being able to unabashedly study his long lashes and the curve of his lips is dangerous for john's lack of impulse control, barely keeping his pining under wraps from the moment they'd met, let alone with this newfound proximity they have to fall into the routine of.

so john has fun being a shithead on purpose during these moments, both to distract his yearning brain and for his own entertainment, just yapping away while gale's frustratedly trying to grab him by his jaw and hold him still for five seconds. biting down on the toothbrush when gale's trying to do a proper job of brushing his teeth so gale has to wrestle it away like he's playing tug of war with a dog, being an asshole and jerking his shoe to the side while gale's doing up his laces for him, heart leaping at the thrill he gets from gale's touches getting firmer when he's fed up, or from being pinned by irritated blue eyes.

he has no idea gale's pining just as hard, because gale's a master of concealing emotions in thanks to a very different upbringing than john's, and because while gale doesn't hide his queerness, he's not as open with it as john is. but gale's losing his mind just as much each time john needs his help, and the way he feels his self control slipping scares him.

this little dance around each other probably comes to a peak when john's being extra difficult one day while gale's trying to tame his wild curls for him. gale's got john pressed back against the bathroom counter with a scowl, working his gelled fingers through thick dark hair, and john can barely think straight because oh, has he ever spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about gale's hands in his hair under very different circumstances.

john's got a grin so big it near splits his face in half as he purposefully leans out of gale's reach, pulling every annoying thing he can think of because if he focuses too hard on gale's motions, he's gonna pop a very inconvenient boner with no hope of concealing it from gale with the way he's pressed up against him.

but gale's got twenty minutes until his next class and it's a ten minute walk from their apartment, and he's at the end of his rope, so he finally snaps and without giving it a second thought he closes the last bit of distance between them to grab at the back of john's hair, and he pulls, hard.

the smile slides off john's face as his mouth falls open and his hips reflexively jerk forward and whatever scolding gale was about to give him dies in his throat because holy shit. there's a few seconds where both of them just stare at each other wide eyed with their hearts pounding, john internally spiralling because he thinks he's just fucked everything up, gale internally spiralling because oh my god, he hasn't been misreading john's behaviour around him.

gale whispers a "fuck" and, more impulsive than he's ever allowed himself to be, goes in for the kiss, hand still tight in john's hair, and john whines into his mouth and his hands fly to gale's waist and everything gets heated really quick– until gale pulls away with a gasp for breath, both of them panting, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. and then gale's ducking out of the bathroom and grabbing his backpack from the entry way and all but sprinting out of the apartment.

john's left standing there harder than he's ever been in his life but also panicking because he's not sure whether he's fucked up or whether gale's just overwhelmed, because he knows gale well enough to know he likes his space when big things happen.

but gale also knows john well enough to know how big of an overthinker he is; they've probably had to work through some incidents where their communication styles have clashed over the few months they've been roomies. so after his hands stop shaking enough while he's walking to campus, he types out a message to john letting him know 'I'm all good. Sorry for running, was gonna be late for class and panicked. Talk later, yeah?'

and john sighs in relief, texts back a 'np. sounds good :)' and then promptly shoves a hand down his pants and comes embarrassingly quick with the sting of gale's hands in his hair still fresh in his mind.

they talk things out somewhat, blahblahblah plotting problem for future me, but they're both shy and awkward around each other for a bit, which is so out of character for john and how obnoxiously flirty and loud mouthed he normally is.

so maybe what finally breaks them out of this tiptoeing around each other after a few days is something stupid– specifically, john ends up pent up and frustrated because trying to get off with his left hand just isn't doing it for him. and he's one of those 'once a day minimum' guys, so this isn't something he can just ignore; finds his temper is shorter, and he can't focus as well, etc. drama queen.

either gale comments on it lightheartedly and john blurts out his problem unthinkingly, or john makes an offhand joke about it, and gale thinks john's lack of impulse control is starting to rub off on him, because after a beat of silence, he gets out an "i can help."

john's head snaps over to look at him so fast he feels like he gives himself whiplash, eyes comically rounded, wondering if he's heard gale wrong or if gale's making a rare flirtatious joke. gale blinks back at him, looking just as surprised, tips of his ears going a little pink, but he doesn't laugh or throw in a 'only kidding!'

mumbles a "y'know, if you want," second guessing himself as if what happened in the bathroom a few days before isn't in john's top three best things that have ever happened to him list. john gets out a "yeah– yeah, i want," uncharacteristically nervous, and gale nods, turning his attention back to his laptop. and john just stands there in the kitchen, flabbergasted, shifting uncertainly.

works up the courage to shyly ask, "like. now? or." and he feels like he's never fumbled the bag so hard in his life, unable to remember the last time he's felt shy when talking about sex–related stuff, realizes just how bad his crush on gale's gotten. beyond a crush, at this point. and it makes it worse that gale's so nonchalant now, humming to himself as if in deep thought before saying "later. i've gotta get this assignment done."

john loses his mind over those next few hours, trying to be patient and give gale space to focus, but he's half hard the whole time and can't think about anything other than what gale means by 'helping'. gale can sense his impatience from the other side of their apartment, and he can't help the way it makes him smile to himself, having fun teasing john without even needing to do anything, and without john knowing it's fully intentional.

unfortunately this arrangement, however it plays out, probably leads to a lotta miscommunication and repression of feelings, because they're both dumb boys who suck at communicating, neither one of them wanting to ruin a good thing (aka an inevitable friends with benefits situation) by bringing up their feelings for the other. but there's plenty of hot sex and light kink exploration in the meantime, and eventually they sort their shit out, likely by accident like every other situation they've stumbled into together.

and not to cliffhang pre–smut, but i'll leave it there because this is way too long and if i do turn it into a oneshot i don't wanna write it all out of my system into this drabble before it makes it into a fic loll <3

[flojouno]

possessive insecurity

Being in love shouldn’t hurt – and Mumbo knows this, he knows it very well – but the high pitch laughs Grian gives Jimmy, the nose scrunches and exasperated sighs he gives Scar, the playful jabs at Joel; it all adds up in Mumbo’s head. Every upturned lip and hitch in his boyfriend’s breath, it haunts him for not being the cause of it. Being in love with Grian shouldn’t hurt at all. or "im all the friend that you need" made me go craszy

2,000k words

another procrastination fic but this time... grumbo!

[delusinaldreamer19]

I wanna write a wip where Lizzy remembers that Ciel has his ears priced and convinces him to try on a pair of her sparkly dangly earring just for fun while hanging out.

Except Ciel forgets about them, maybe sits down for dinner with the rest of the Midfords with little dangling earrings on that both he and Lizzy forgot about.

Even making it all the way back home, only for a certain butler to comment on the souvenir he’d acquired. Causing Ciel to be overcome with embarrassment, not knowing how he could’ve possibly not noticed that he still had them on.

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Beautiful corpse, why do you bleed

[deadgrantaires]

wip...... i cant work on this anymore tonight lol [falls over]

[ID: 8 panel sketchy orv lyrical comic as follows: 1: yjh looking irritated 2: kdj with his eyes censored and grinning. lyrics read "that's not right" 3: kdj and yjh standing facing each other in profile, yjh's arms are crossed, looking irritiated and kdj is waving a hand while talking, still grinning and eyes censored. lyrics read "there's a person behind those eyes" 4: kdj with his arm still out, eyes uncensored but closed, fake grin. lyrics read "that's not right" 5: kdj similar to previosu scene, but arm dropped, smile going small and looking to the side, still looking fake. lyrics read "any crack is a sign of lies" 6: yjh looking downward, glaring and frowning deeply. lyrics read "that's not cool" 7: closeup of yjh clenching the handle of his sheathed sword. lyrics read "everybody needs a fool" 8: closeup of yjh's upper face, eyes looking up and determined, but upset. lyrics read "I'll be your fool" /end ID]

[lelelego]

i KNOW i do this every time, and i complain about it every single time, so it should be nothing new to me or anyone who knows me, but this fucking silly little comic for an ask is at 11 panels instead of the original 4.

[marcobodtlives]

I’ve got a lot of Marco survival fics in the works, but I’m finding that the constant is this:

Floch really doesn’t like how absolutely whipped Jean is for Marco, so, he’s a dick about it.

[landoom]

Update at the end of July.

I have finished 4 works and posted 4 works (including the mpreg monster which is half posted) + the 500 words of Formulapolis drabbles.

I’ve worked on 6 other listed works.

I’ve added 2 new WIPs to the list during the month.

I haven't abandoned any WIPs this month.

And I’ve written 15453 words. This is my lowest monthly tally. But July was a particular month with my Mum being in hospital and then having to be sent to a nursing home. Meaning I had to get used to live alone and my mind wasn't really focused on my writing.

But I'm still keeping up with my challenge of writing at least 100 words every day since the beginning of November!!

Here is the state of my list at the end of the month :

[hyperfocusthusly]

The angst! What’s your building collapse on Tommy WIP look like?

I know, busy causing myself psychological damage over here 🥲

That one I’ve only really got the front section thought out, something like a building fire the 217 are attending, Tommy is on ground support that day but it needs back up so the 118 came to help - some general angst about Buck not knowing where Tommy is, but knowing that his boyfriend is good at his job and pushing through it.

Then as they’re coming to the end of the actual firefighting part, Buck sees Tommy come out from a doorway across the room, big smiles very happy to see each other (obviously) but as Tommy is crossing the room the floor goes out from underneath him and the ceiling above collapses leaving Buck staring at a pile of rubble and dust where his boyfriend used to be

[fruitcage]