#some wip nonsense

[agentravensong]

characters who see themselves as more of a Force or an abstract concept acting in the world than as a person. characters who prioritize their role as a cog in some greater mechanism over their own personhood. characters who get their hands dirty, who run themselves ragged, who take on an unbearable weight, who hurt or neglect or give up or straight-up betray the people and things they once held close, because they believe in doing so they are fulfilling their Purpose, the thing they exist in this world to do (and no one else will do it, *can* do it, so it has to be them). characters who've determined that they are constructs bound to preprogrammed code, to a script already written for them by someone/something else, and have been operating under that mindset for so long that they don't know how to live on their own terms. characters who uphold the fate that is smothering them. can anyone hear me

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[f0x-meets-w0lf]

one of my pals and i got to talking (again) about an evil rodansey au that we've built and revisited over the years... which then veered into "what about adam licking the nightwash off of ronan's face" and now we are here

[sirazaroff]

My girl a vegetarian but she out there packing straight beef 💪🐰🥩

[eyndr-stories]

Totally swamped from school & moving nonsense but rest assured, these silly robots still consume my every spare thought <3

[foileadeux]

halfway theeere

[skywalking-through-life]

for the wip title game - Whale pregnancy wip lololol 👀

Lmaoooo, I was really hoping someone was going to ask about this, because it sounds bonkers, but it's actually just a half-formed, fluffy little idea about Annabeth's first pregnancy, whenever that is. Percy and Annabeth have talked about having kids multiple times in the books, and I think that's an adorable topic to explore, so at some point I'll probably write it! But this very basic outline of a scene is all I have so far 😂:

"Gods, I look like a whale."

"What kind of whale?"

She gives him a sharp look, but no reply. He grins.

"Mmm… I'm gonna say narwhal. Definitely a narwhal."

"Percy. You are supposed to be telling me that I am beautiful and perfect, not feeding into my delusions!"

"Wow, you don't think narwhals are beautiful? I'm hurt on their behalf."

She gives him a sharper look, and again, no reply. He grins wider.

"See? Narwhal! Adorable, squishy, and absolutely capable of stabbing me if I don't shut up."

A satisfied nod. "And don't you forget it."

Annabeth looks pensive, Percy comes over and kneels in front of her, rubs her belly.

"Why does it bother you so much? You've got a whole new life in there, of course it's gonna need space to grow." He pauses and presses a kiss to her belly. "And, for the record, I DO think you're beautiful and perfect."

"Well, if you think it's all so wonderful, YOU can carry the next one."

He gives her an impish grin. "I'm not a seahorse, babe. But you know I would if I could."

I hope you enjoyed it, my friend! 😂💙 I really would like to write it someday!

[lokiina]

More custom gear for the boyo. Stealin and editing Kerry's boots.

I drew the toe spikes on my last art of him here, and was like "Ah this is sick." and then realized I had the power to make it real. So I made it real! They're currently only on my NPV of him. I gotta do a bunch more work to get them player cooperative/equipable yet. But I'm obsessed.

[jessicas-pi]

I went through my folders and counted, because I was bored...

I have 64 WIPs.

SIXTY FOUR OF THEM.

I THOUGHT I HAD MAYBE LIKE 20??? NOPE I'VE GOT 64 SOMEONE HELP ME

[whyoneartheven]

Worst version please!

@zolanort! You asked for this one as well :D

Ummm

I do not know why I wrote this

I think it is sort of meant to rhyme

[sesamestreep]

wip meme

tagged by @firstelevens to share some part of a WIP I’m working on!

“Did you just call me a shark?” Foggy asks, struggling with the fact that the morning light is cutting directly across his right eye in a way he finds profoundly unpleasant and the fact that he would also rather die than move right now. It’s a tough spot to be in. Matt makes an inarticulate noise against his shoulder and buries his face further into the pillow, not enjoying being woken up for conversation at this hour one bit, by the looks of things. Foggy nudges him gently. “Matt?” “I’m awake,” he says, in a way that directly contradicts his own assertion. “Wha—what’s it?” “I asked you a question…” “Yeah,” Matt says, fairly confidently for someone who definitely does not know what’s happening. “I heard you.” “So…?” “Yes.” “Yes, you did call me a shark?” Foggy asks, alarmed. “What?” Matt asks, equally alarmed and finally, mercifully awake enough for this conversation. “Why would I call you a shark?” “That’s what I’m trying to ascertain,” Foggy replies. “I don’t think you were fully awake yet and you said something that sounded like ‘room shark’ and it was right after I kissed you, so I assumed it was directed at me.” “Oh.” Foggy does his best not to sigh in frustration at that very Matt response, which tells him precisely nothing. “So, was it? Directed at me?” “It’s not ‘room shark’. It’s,” Matt says, before repeating the word from before, which still sounds suspiciously like ‘room shark’ to Foggy’s ears. This probably means he’s being made fun of, but, if so, Matt’s doing a good job of hiding it. Looking embarrassed, though, he adds, “It’s Gaeilge, Foggy. Irish?” “Oh.” He’s heard Matt speak Irish before, his heart doesn’t have to get fluttery about it every time. It’s getting more than a little pathetic. “Well, what does it mean?” “It’s not—it’s hard to translate exactly—I wasn’t really awake, so…” Foggy does let himself sigh this time, in case it wears Matt down at all. “Is that code for you’re not going to tell me?” Matt just buries his face in Foggy’s shoulder again, immune to any attempts to influence him by virtue of his sheer shamelessness. “I can��t have you knowing all my secrets,” he says, with a cryptic smile. “I have a reputation as a mysterious gentleman to maintain, you know.”

no pressure tagging @brattytrixie @firefeufuego and @flythesail if they want to share anything they’re working on ♥️

[hoziersong]

hi hello new followers and mutuals (and anybody else really. this house is open for all)👋 if any of you are interested in being on my taglist for 911 stuff you can interact with this post :)

[wastelandhell]

i wish he were real so he could punch me in the throat killing me instantly

[spacedoutwitch]

A cut scene from MAG 164, I've decided. You cannot change my mind.

(Original video here!)

[kirythestitchwitch]

'First Base' - Mafia AU Sequel - American Pie

Caroline is attempting to negotiate some terms.

Caroline hummed, super convinced. "And we're going to eat hot dogs?"

"I'm not going to have a heart attack from just one, am I?" he asked, like he didn't order a pizza with everything on it last week when he came over for a marathon of Chopped on Food Network. It was probably a secret that Caroline would take to her grave that Klaus greatly enjoyed the culinary competition show. He'd come over and make himself comfortable on one side of her couch–now that he was allowed on it–and he always brought an offering of food for her coffee table.

To anyone else, it would have been a surreal sight, seeing Klaus with a paper plate balanced on one knee gesturing at the tv with a half-eaten slice of pizza. "Mint isn't going to be as surprising with that citrus as you think it will, basil would impress the judges more."

"Basil, on a cake?" Caroline said, picking artichoke hearts off her slices. The pizza place Klaus used had been a Kol recommendation, which meant it was a hole-in-the-wall hipster start-up with some truly off-the-wall ideas of what constituted 'everything.'

Klaus put a hand to his heart. "I promise you, it's a subtle combination.” Going back to his pizza for a moment, he chewed while watching the contestant chop herbs frantically on the screen. “There's a bakery off North Avenue, they have a Lemon Basil Meringue Pie in the summer and it is divinely refreshing. I’ll order one for next time.”

Leaning back against the armrest, Caroling nudged his thigh with her sparkly pink-painted toes. “It’s nice that you’ve accepted our country’s lax definitions of pies.”

Setting his empty plate on the table, Klaus shoved the last bite of his slice of pizza in his mouth and chewed, wiping his hands on a napkin. He turned his body so that his back was in the crook of the couch arm, one black jeaned leg bent on the seat. Nabbing one of her feet, he pulled her toward him a few inches and she slid down the padded arm with a squeak, her plate wobbling precariously.

“Your pies,” he said with the air of a man stepping up on a soapbox, “defy any kind of logic.” His thumbs pressed into the ball of her foot and rubbed, and Caroline may have let out a noise that was a little obscene. “I’ll be under the presumption that that’s just a tart in the wrong baking shell, but no, you’ve put meringue all over it and toasted it with a torch.”

Caroline hummed blissfully and started in on her pizza. “And it was a brilliant plan, wasn’t it?” 

“And then,” Klaus said, ignoring her question but continuing to massage her foot, “You Americans made a pie out of a potato, but you insist it’s a dessert pie. It’s orange, and it’s still not as suspicious as whatever a 'Hoosier' Pie is. They neglected to put anything other than sugar into that one.”

“Wait wait, I know this one!” Caroline cast around in her memory for an episode of maybe Good Eats on Pies she saw once. “Those were invented by the Amish or the Quakers or something for winter when they didn’t have any fruit and everything sucked.” 

"It's a custard, it belongs in a bowl. I'm not even going to touch your savory pies, the less said about those the better." He made a disgusted face.

She giggled to herself. "Someone tried to feed you a Cheeseburger Pie, didn't they?"

"Spaghetti Pie and I'll thank you to never bring up either option again."

"Okay technically," she said around a bite of bread and cheese. His hands really were magical as they eased the tension in the arch of her foot. "Those belong to the 'casserole' family and not the 'pie' family. The name is misleading, you can't technically categorize those as pies. There are also liars like the Boston Crème Pie and the Cheesecake, which each belong to the opposite family."

"And we're back to my original point: they defy logic."

[thefabelmans2022]

there are some fire sentences in my wips it's a shame they'll never see the light of day.