#sign of the times wip

[midnights-call]

After sorting some old files pertaining to all things wip/oc related, I found some old WIP bingos and decided to update them while making my own template for it. I didn't come up with this, but I thought I'd post them

The name of the game is to take the card and see if any of your WIPs get bingo via matching criteria. I.E., your WIP has punk x nerd like SotT, so you get to cross off that spot. If you fill mine in, please reblog and add it so I can see! You can also fill in the same card for multiple WIPs by just using different colors and labeling which is which

The font is EB Garamond, in case you want to match. Feel free to edit this template however you want or make your own! And if you do decide to make cards for your WIPs, feel free to tag me so I can fill them out

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

[childrenofcain-if]

Will we be able to choose MC's birthday? It'd be nice to be able to celebrate it in-game with the ROs and Elias! It's okay if it'd be too much customisation though haHa

i was thinking i can give the player two options to make it easier to code in: summer solstice (june 21) and winter solstice (december 21). but aside from that, i can also add one for solar eclipse (march 21) and lunar eclipse (october 21) to round up all seasons.

[chiquilines]

op you are the only person on this entire website feeding me Miryumi. Bless, and keeep making more jbsjhbcsbcjkdzb its so fucking gpood and ima soa hungry

My one job is keeping the miryumi community well fed and by god am i committed

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler Moodboard (including some shiny dice)

[just-leui]

five?? what do you mean five??? how aren't there more fics??

[not-the-state]

Me:

I will not start another fanfiction

I have multiple WIPs already. There is no reason to start another fanfiction

To start another fanfiction would be a foolish overcommitment

Two minutes later:

My brain: Yeah so we all agree that Jimmy Solidarity Gaming, otherwise known as the right honorable Lord Gaming, is most likely to die in any given SMP, but would probably survive the longest of his peers if they were physically isekai'd into said SMPs? And we agree we should write about this?

My beta: Yeah you should do something with that

Me: Guys what the fuck-

[nicki0kaye]

so I'm starting a new thing where I post wips publically bc fuckit, y'know? paywalls are dumb

I started picking at a concept I've had for a while; What if Bongo Bongo of Ocarina of Time was a Gerudo King that the Sheikah captured and turned into a hate battery?

in this instance, Zelda used her Hylia powers to purify all that Shadow nonsense and now he's just helpful himbo ghost with some totally wicked scars

I was in a huge rut I'm still not really out of while working on this, so I'm not all that happy with how its turned out but I did it, and im posting it, and King Bongo is a good boy who deserves lots of hugs

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

There’s a quiet murmur of sound in the room, movement and conversation. Gu Yiran waits, lets it wash over him until he can make sense of it. Two people speaking in low voices, the occasional lilt into a question before the sound dips back down into [murmuring]. Ding Guozhu, and Zhang Xiaoguang. The quiet metal sound of a thermos opening, and Ding Guozhu’s voice cuts out for a moment.  Zheng Bei’s voice isn’t there.  Neither is Yaoyao’s, Gu Yiran reminds himself.   It’s only that — The last thing Gu Yiran remembers, concretely, with any certainty, is Zheng Bei. The look on Zheng Bei’s face, bursting in through the door, the way his expression changed when he saw Gu Yiran, something almost frantic in his eyes. The very last thing Gu Yiran remembers is the shape of Gu Yiran’s name in Zheng Bei’s mouth — not Gu-laoshi, for once, but Gu Yiran. To Gu Yiran’s right, the door to the hospital room unlatches.  Ding Guozhu and Zhang Xiaoguang’s conversation quiets as the door swings open. First, Yaoyao’s voice, “I bet you’re all starving! Lao Jiu—” and then footsteps coming toward Gu Yiran’s hospital bed, too light and quick to be Zheng Bei’s. There’s a hurried shushing from the corner. The door closes too fast to admit a second person.  Gu Yiran’s eyes are already open. He’s already disappointed.

from the third draft! hopefully the penultimate draft - at least the one scene i have drafted feels like it's only about a draft worth of revision from being done, so i'm optimistic. i'm trying a new thing where i am simultaneously constructing the "outline" / very chaotic list of events by scene for the third draft while also starting to write it. i think i'm liking it so far.

[fiendishartist2]

need to work on spacing but heres my wip!!!!!

[midnights-call]

Romantic Snippet Tag

I was tagged by @moondust-bard ty for the tag!

Rules: Describe the main romance of your wip in a 1-4 sentence snippet.

I'll be tagging @florraisons @memento-morri-writes @authoralexharvey @thevampireconcept

I'm going to cheat a little and share snippets for each wip

Fated:

He looked at me, and for a moment I didn’t feel so awful anymore. For a moment, he didn’t hate me. I was his, and he was mine. And then he met my eye, recognition sinking in and that jaded look returning to his face, turning him back into a stranger. My Wes died the moment he looked at me

Arcanist's Gambit:

“You’re too good to me.” The words come out strained, mangled. 

He gave my hand a small squeeze and rested his head on my lap. “I want to be better.”

Sign of the Times:

“Fuad,” Rowan whispered, hardly believing their eyes. 

“Rowan?” she replied, similarly overtaken by disbelief. 

“It’s you.”

“It’s me.”

Bloodied Hands, Tainted Hearts:

“He’s flirting, Augustus,” I said, my face still firmly in the pillow, “Leonard doesn’t have a respectable bone in his body.” 

“Maybe so, but I do have-”

“Leonard.” Both Augustus and I chastised him in tandem, though Augustus’ voice was notably much higher pitched.

Starcrossed:

 Inside the bag was indeed a shitty, made-to-order gas station sandwich. Extra vinegar, no tomatoes. Exactly how he liked them. He had no idea Nova actually remembered what he ate. No one ever had.

Darkest Depths:

The Horror looked to me, uncertain as to what I wanted from It. That was the one thing I would never grow used to with It; asking permission.

[kohakhearts]

im still pretty fresh out the psych ward so i have some pretty bad writers block as you can probably imagine however i have also been coping with my suicidal depression slash burn-out induced leave from work by watching shitty christmas romcoms. and im not at a point yet where i can Write the fic so bear with me while i just get the plot bunny hopping here. or whatever

so anyway im brainstorming all the sickening holiday tropes i can that i can feasibly put two guys who are in the most intense fake dating gay chicken relationship you can imagine before one of them breaks and goes ok you got me i actually liked it when you grabbed my ass and called me darling or whatever. obviously it’ll take a lot to get to that point because the pride is bigger than the ego or something like that so i’m open to suggestions here but. so far ive got

ice skating. timeless classic. character a sucks and keeps falling on their ass and character b is, for some stupid reason, a total pro at this and is going to do all the waist-grabbing-slash-hand-holding-slash-laughing-at-character-a that that necessitates. probably pretty obvious who is the bitch who cannot skate and who is the one laughing at him. and also catching him when he falls and being a total jerk about it. because isn’t that just a wholesome mental image

the quintessential only one bed obviously. this has more to do with the circumstances of the plot in my head than it being christmastime specifically but the holiday rush factors in there somewhere. never mind the whole fake dating angle

the whole Thing is christmas parties and whats a christmas party without a) too much wine and b) some well-placed mistletoe. and yeah maybe c) some stupid matching ugly christmas sweaters. i will never get sick of that one

gingerbread house decorating. but theyre forced to be collaborative about it. someone dies. its the most godawful gingerbread house anyone has ever seen. but thats really damaging to their prides so they really get their shit together for a beautiful 15 or so minutes and kind of make it look better and still lose the competition anyway because 15 minutes of harmony does not negate 45 minutes of throwing candy at each other like bullets. with the very real intention of Causing Pain

some kind of excuse to have them walk around together with a group of people in the evening when its dark and they can admire the christmas lights. whether it’s some kind of holiday charity work or just seeing the christmas lights or, god forbid, carolling, there is something to be said about the experience of slipping on a patch of ice on a cold winters night and having the worst time of your life because your so-called boyfriend think its hilarious that you just ate total shit. thats romance babey

last-minute christmas shopping…already a nightmare ordeal but now you have to do it because you and your fake boyfriend need to bring a joint gift to a christmas party but you cant agree on anything, ever. they are getting kicked out of no fewer than 5 stores guaranteed

ok i think im all out of holiday torture scenarios but well. i’m sure i’ll be back. ideally with actual writing but everyone is telling me to take small steps so. we’ll get there if we get there and if not then that’s ok too

[doodlesdreaming]

I had a really vivid dream about Vengeance, so now I’m in the mood to paint something epic. (Art WIP)

[varlaisvea]

2024 Art Retrospective Thing!

I’m only going to talk about one thing.

I’m a writer, but in 2024, many decades into my life, I got to feel what it’s like when your art tools can adjust to compensate for your disabilities.

In September, I finished the best piece of visual art I’ve ever made (warning: spicy). It didn’t get a ton of notes—maybe it’s not awesome to others, but I still can’t believe *I* made it. I’m still in love with it and so proud of it.

The thing is, I write all the time. Writing is the currency of my brain; I’d be doing it whether I had anything to say or not. Writing comes naturally to me. Drawing does not! I’ve always liked drawing, especially figures and faces, but I was never great at it— I have had chronically shaky/numb/painful hands my whole life, so visual art was always frustrating to me.

THEN i discovered the tools Procreate has to stabilize and correct for shaky hands! Suddenly lines went where I meant for them to go and curves and angles took on the form I intended as I drew them. I thought it was my lack of talent that meant I couldn’t draw lines the way I wanted, but the art that emerged once those I turned those settings on was miraculous to me. I discovered I actually COULD control visual art the way I always thought I couldn’t.

I only kinda used a reference for the pose. Otherwise the whole thing came out of my brain. I still can’t believe it.

I’m making you look at it again. Please go look at the whole thing, but here’s a cropped closeup:

(I made a post about the symbolism behind all the jewelry in this crop, too. It’s also a pretty good summary of the story so far.)

But!!! I need to talk about what Procreate allowed me to do here.

Tumblr thinks the pr0n screenshot i used as a reference is explicit (it's not), and I'm pissed bc i wanted to show you how little of it made it into the final. At any rate, I started with a reference image of two people in a similar pose to this, and all that remains of it is the bottom character's shoulder and the top character's leg. Everything else--the folds and drape of the fabric, the light of the fire, the substantial changes to the pose—was math I did in my brain. I quite literally rotated my blorbos in my mind and then drew it. I had absolutely no idea I could do that.

I mean, maybe it looks like something that would be easy for an amateur to make, idk! But to me? It’s amazing! This was a stupidly difficult pose I chose for myself, and I did it. It has a lot of strange shit in it and you can still tell what’s happening!!! The weird twist of her head and braid, the strange way his arm is angled, the way fabric covers every joint on the body you would otherwise use to orient yourself to what you’re seeing… I did all of that math in my mind, and I still pulled it off.

It took me 250 hours in Procreate. I later discovered character posing tools online that might have made this a whole lot easier, and I’ve started using those for subsequent art.

Idk why people didn’t really like this. Maybe it’s bc ESO is not super popular on tumblr, maybe it’s bc of the ostensibly heterosexual/cisgender pairing (both false!!!! btw!), maybe it’s bc of the conventionally attractive bodies? idk! but honestly, I still love it. this is my achievement of 2024 no matter how many notes it has, bc it represents an immense gift I received in 2024: I learned that after all these years, I actually did kinda know how to draw. :) Thank you Procreate!

[gen4grl]

from artistic mental breakdown to 5 wips simultaneously lmao

[dehemetera]

Go home Olaf, you’re drunk

I mean SLAAAAAY 💅🏼

This is your friendly reminder that real men never worries about being “Too feminine” . Just be who you are, as long as you’re true to yourself, u’re gonna be beautiful, always 😎✨