#something different for wip Wednesday

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @direwombat @kyber-infinitygems @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook

Tagging @blindmagdalena @trench-rot @river-ward @poisonedtruth @voidika @aceghosts @v0idbuggy @strangefable and anyone else who would like to share. Something different this time. Not FC5 related. Thought I'd give another fic/ship/OC some attention.

On A Whim

He wasn't sure why he did it. He'd heard her scream echoing in the night as he flew above the city and had swooped down to her rescue on a whim. It didn't make sense. There were no cameras, no one would ever know he'd done it. Saved this tiny delicate woman from being assaulted in a dark alley.

Of course the lack of cameras meant no one would ever know he'd killed her attackers either. Which was probably for the best. Landing softly on the balcony he made his way into his penthouse.

Glancing at himself in the mirror as he walked past, trying to ignore the mocking look of derision on the face he saw reflected back. Both his face and not at the same time. Taunting him, questioning why he'd bothered to save her.

It's not like she was even all that pretty. Sure she was pretty enough, her skin a nice coppery tone, but her face was a little round, her hair a mousy dull brown. Too small and skinny, no real curves. Certainly nowhere near as pretty as Maeve. So why couldn't he get her out of his head.

What the hell was wrong with her anyway. She'd watched him laser her attackers basically in half and nothing. Not one ounce of fear from her toward him. Caution yes but not fear. The way someone might respond to a large dog they don't know.

He ran his fingers through his short blonde strands, plopped down on the couch. His mind still fixating on her, on the way her emerald gaze never left his, even when they glowed crimson as he briefly considered killing her too. No one to tell anyone that he'd behaved in a way that would reflect poorly on Vought. No one to potentially add fuel to Butcher's fire.

Her heart had been racing when he first swooped down, but it had slowed. Completely calm as she stared at him. Before finally smiling at him. Thanking him. No adoration or fear. Just a simple thank you. That she might've given to anyone who interfered. Like he was just...a person. It was frustrating and confusing to think about.

This was ridiculous! Who cares if she wasn't afraid? Or why he bothered? He was Homelander. He could whatever the fuck he wanted. Whether it made sense or not. And it was stupid to dwell on it, even if the incident had been...odd. He refused to dwell on it. He had more important things to think about. He was not going to fixate on this woman. This completely average, ordinary woman. Even if she did have really pretty eyes.

Whispering softly to himself.

"She really did have pretty eyes."

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 - tagging y'all back for wip wednesday 💖💖

doing two in one bc it's technically wednesday already idc lol - started a new wip I mentioned before (inspired by this video lol) and rn I'm rewriting what I wrote yesterday bc the past two days words were not wording and I hated everything I wrote, but I think I'm happy with it now haha I hope I'll manage to write it like I want to bc it's sooo good in my head istg haha

(wasn't gonna post until i have more but i need validation before i drive myself crazy over this lol)

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It started as a random idea, more like a throwaway thought, really. Tommy was just checking the weather for the next few days – his hot pilot boyfriend always likes to be prepared – while they were hanging out, and he casually mentioned that “it’s gonna be nice on Saturday, perfect barbecue weather,” which got Buck to mention how they often have family barbecues at Bobby and Athena’s. Somehow, the conversation spiraled, and Buck’s not sure who threw out a more concrete idea, but here they are now, standing side by side in Tommy’s kitchen, preparing food – Buck’s currently slicing veggies for a salad, while Tommy takes care of the meat – for the barbecue where they invited way too many people than Tommy’s backyard can probably fit. It really is nice weather, the sliding door leading from the kitchen to the backyard open and letting in warm sunshine and a soft breeze that makes the air feel cooler. They work in pleasant silence, the only sound is quiet music playing from the speaker, and Buck can’t help a fond smile when he hears his boyfriend hum along, so off-key Buck’s not sure he even knows the song, but it’s still adorable.

The silence is disrupted by the doorbell ringing, and before Tommy can even move, Buck is dropping the knife on the cutting board, wiping his hands, and sprinting towards the door, shouting an “I got it!” over his shoulder. He’s followed by an echo of Tommy’s fondly amused chuckles. So he’s a little excited, sue him – they haven’t had a family day like this in a while, and there was only one he brought Tommy to, all of their schedules not so easy to align. And today his whole family will be here, including their spouses and children, and Tommy invited a couple of his friends and their families, too, and it’ll be just a big, loud, chaotic get-together that he’s hosting with his boyfriend. Buck never hosted one of these before, and he’s really enjoying it so far, and he just wants everyone to have fun.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck

@eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life

@diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway

@spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

@nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @bidisasterevankinard @giddyupbuck

@sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings

@buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @your-catfish-friend

@daffi-990 @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz

[plusultraetc]

oh how the poor sleeping habits tables have turned

[theprinceandagcd]

wip wednesday <333

SO many tags today, ahhhh, tysm @suseagull04 @stellarm @henryspearl @jmagnabo92 @priincebutt @nocoastposts @read-and-write- @itsmaybitheway

I've been sharing snippets of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic over on my Twitter (which by the way I'm usually more active - and chaotic - on, come say hi!) but haven't shared much here. So here's a snippet of that!

The premise is Henry, wearing a t-shirt and a button up, spills his drink on a stressed law school student Alex in a bar, and then offers to give him the button up. hypothetically, they'd go their separate ways there. but oops, they're both really hot and inexplicably drawn into each other's orbit, duh, and. well. :)

“Jesus, right.” Henry scrambles a bit to undo his buttons, fingers fumbling as they work their way down, and then he’s handing the shirt to Alex and watching as Alex pulls it over his arms. It’s a little long and slightly loose across his shoulders, but it fits.  “Nice,” Alex says, keenly aware of Henry’s eyes still on him. He buttons the bottom button, and then looks up at Henry through his lashes.  “Sorry,” Henry mumbles, reaching up to scratch his neck. It still takes him three full seconds—Alex fucking counts—to finally divert his gaze from Alex’s bare chest.  “For what?” Alex challenges, securing the next button slowly.  “I—” Henry struggles for a moment, blinking quickly. His attention darts down before immediately returning to Alex’s eyes. “Ogling you like a prized cow at the auction, I suppose.”  Alex does up another button, delighted when Henry's eyes fall to track the movement. It seems nearly automatic, something that Henry is helpless against, and Alex grins.  “Can I tell you the truth?” At Henry’s nod, he lets his gaze deliberately trail down the tight fit of Henry's t-shirt and says, “I don’t actually mind.”

no pressure tags for @heysweetheart-writes @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anincompletelist @ninzied @inexplicablymine @tinyarmedtrex @magicandarchery @fckngyrs @dragonflylady77 and open tag to anyone who wants to play!! (but tag me if you do, I wanna see what y'all are working on!)

[ghostoffuturespast]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @merge-conflict! Thank you 🧡

I just posted the most recent update for the long fic last week and only have 3/4 of a page for the next chapter... So, have a frog glow up instead 🐸

I've been painting a mural for the day job lol. (I blame my coworker for this.) It's been a weird experiment since I've never done a mural before and interior house paint is very different from actual art paints... Also, I struggle with the process of painting in general. Trying to construct something out of an amorphous blob makes my brain hurt, but it's been good practice. I've learned a lot and gave myself permission to just jump in the pond.

[piecesofeden11]

WIP Wednesday

And now for something completely different. As, after a long hiatus, my DnD campaign has finally picked up again, I have found that much of my worldbuilding has gotten a little outdated by split-second decisions at the table and, frankly, bs I made up on the spot because it felt right in that second, so I'm currently busy revising a lot of the lore for my world. My WIP I offer today to those interested, therefore, is a little snippet into the Divine lore of my homebrew setting, Irion. (@my players. This is all safe for you, as it's knowledge your characters would have more or less :D <3) I'd love to hear what everyone thinks!!! (even if you know nothing of DnD <3)

Myth: As the Ancients ruled what is now Irion (which is, technically speaking, only the Sister Continents and the Islands), there were seven Kingdoms in total. Izmera was Queen of one of them, until a war broke out amongst the Kingdoms.

Ruthless and powerful, Izmera won the war, crowing herself Empress of all of Irion. The cost of the war was great, extinguishing the Ancients from the world or driving them back towards the Worlds beyond the Veil, realms and planes outside of the known cosmos.

Izmera, however, held on to her throne and watched over the new life spreading across her kingdom, elves and dwarves and humans and all manner of other folk starting to settle and she followed their progress with interest.

Those fortunate enough to gaze upon her began to spread word of her divinity, setting up shrines and temples in her name and honor, thus starting her following as a goddess.

Of the Ancient that stayed, Exias was closest to Izmera and they are said to have been lovers. The Elven folk of Irion claim to be the offspring of their union.

That about sums up the bulk of Exias' involvement in the world. He is said to hold no interest in the mortal realm and rarely is his influence felt in the world.

The most involved and beloved of all the divine of Irion must surely be Korien Songbird. Her willingness to sacrifice herself when Exias, in a stroke of cruelty, demanded an offering of 12 children in order to bring rain to Korien's native lands, caught the eye of Izmera. Stories about how exactly this sacrifice happened or was supposed to happen, vary from place to place. In some, she merely offers her death instead of the 12 children, in others she bargained with Exias that the children would have to be his own, born of her own body. Whichever tale is told, the result is always that Izmera, disgusted by Exias' cruelty, stepped in and saved the young princess, elevating her to godhood and preserving her youth and beauty in immortality. Korien accepted the goddess' gift and declared herself the goddess of death. She is said to appear to the sick and dying, be it on their deathbeds or on battlefields, giving them comfort in their last moments and leading them to the city of the dead beyond the veil.

Next came Yara Duskforged, an empress of dwarven descent, who set out to build the greatest empire the world had ever seen. Under her rule, dwarves began to mine under almost every mountain in Irion, creating an unfathomable network of caves and cities below the earth. Her origin is disputed nowadays, with every dwarven clan claiming to be in direct line to her and their city build on top of Yara's legendary empire.

According to legend, Izmera came to Yara on her deathbed and, impressed by her tenacity, offered her immortality.

[messrsbyler]

happy wip wednesday! some from my stonathan fic day 5 project <3

[mrsbsmooth]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @rebelrayne!!

I've been slowly plodding away at this one whenever I need something lighthearted and fun.

She’d changed. She’d tangled and messed up her hair, throwing it up into a bun. She’d taken off all her makeup and replaced it with a goopy face mask, and instead of leggings and her low-cut jumper, she had baggy joggers on, and a hoodie with– with– “Get that off,” he hissed playfully.  “No,” she smirked, doing a curtsey in the baggy hoodie with Swansea City’s logo plastered across the front.  “Look, I’ve even dripped brown sauce all over myself.” Sasha took a running leap onto the couch, sitting up at the far end. She did a little ‘ta-da’, and grinned at him. “Now I am as unsexy as possible.” She pushed her fuzzy socks into his lap.  Lewie stared at her for a moment, picked up her leg and dragged her down the couch towards him. She gasped, and he pushed her hoodie up to expose her stomach. He pressed his lips to her skin as if he'd been starving for it. “Nope,” he whispered. “Still so fucking sexy.” Sasha cracked up laughing, but he just kept swirling kisses on her skin. “Oh my god, how?” “Because now it looks like you live here.” Lewie pressed another few kisses to her taut stomach before realising what he’d said. He glanced up at her, and found her with a look on her face that he couldn’t read, especially with the bloody face mask. He froze, and she froze.  They stared at each other for what felt like an age. And Sasha’s face began curling into a grin. “Well, if that isn’t the most romantic fucking thing you’ve ever–”

Tagging @sparxaf, @ellegreenwxy @eskiix @queen-of-boops @operationnope @caitkaminski and @lucas-koh

[aqpippin]

wip wednesday —

i drive down different roads (but they all lead back to you) (chapter 2)

Gigi’s mind grinds to a halt. She rewinds her memories back, to what she heard today, to her name leaving Jackie’s mouth desperately. She rewinds further back, to her lookalike, the smile playing on her lips when she said Gigi should talk to Jackie. Then even further - to Jackie kicking her hookup out to take care of a sick Gigi, to her leaving someone midway through just to help her through a question. She thinks about the one girl who grinned at her and claimed she knew why Jackie was single. Gigi had dismissed all of that, overlooked the coincidences.For the first time in weeks, she follows them to their natural conclusion.

One - Jackie hooked up with someone who looked like her. Jackie is attracted to how she looks.

Two - Jackie takes care of her whenever she needs it, puts Gigi’s needs above her own. Multiple times, she’s told Gigi that she matters more than a hookup, more than anyone she’s brought home.

Three - Jackie just called out her name while masturbating. Her name, not her partner’s because she hasn’t had one. Not in weeks.

Four - Jackie wants her. Jackie likes her.

Gigi feels like she’s dreaming.

[nostalgia-tblr]

WIP Wednesday

Gonna use WIP Wednesday to throw a bit of the not-Ottoman-Empire not-thorki fic at tumblr and see if anyone else finds it at all interesting/appealing (pls tell me whether to finish this or to pretend I never even thought of it):

Farbauti tells Loki tales of his siblings, all of the things she remembers about them as children and all of the strengths and weaknesses she has gleaned from weary travellers in the years since. Loki sharpens the blade of his favourite dagger as she rambles on, idling in the heat from the fire in the hearth and only half-listening to her words. His mother notes how his attention wanders and she tells him, sharply, “This is information that will save your life one day. This is how I’m going to win you your throne.” Loki nods, apparently contrite, and drags the whetstone along the length of the knife. “I’m listening, Mother. I always listen.” “To me?” “To everything,” he answers, just as she wants him to. Farbauti continues; “The one you must be most careful of is Thor. You were only small when he left the palace, and he wasn’t much more than a boy himself, but he takes after his mother. Which means that he would slit her throat if he saw any advantage in it. Perhaps he already has.” She laughs at that, loud and scornful. Loki does, in fact, remember Thor. He remembers golden hair and easy laughter. He remembers the two of them playing together, dodging behind pillars in a game of chasing and hiding. He remembers, quite clearly (too clearly, perhaps; this part might be a later invention of his own imagination), that the game ended with both of their mothers scowling.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

abusing WIP Wednesday again to show stuff that is never got finished (and probably never will xd) bc i think it's important to not feel bad abt that!! And bc i want to show off the silly husbands lolol

tagging (eyy look i didn't forget this time! xD) @shivunin, @greypetrel, @ndostairlyrium, @daggerbean, @quakingbirch, @creativegoblin, @superboyconner, @herearedragons, @a-drama-addict, @brainwormterrarium, @goofsoup, @bearsizedant, @drunken-drengr, @giantbukonut and anyone else who'd like to share something! :>

[krys-loves-otome]

Different Universe, Same Love: Magic AU

"Oi! Broer! Hondje! We need to reach town before sunset! Hurry it up back there!"

"Okay, Theo!" Vincent called back, holding out his hand to the little healer mage, Abby, at his side, helping her step over a low branch that would have tripped her.

"We've still got plenty of daylight left," he reassured Abby, "Theo's just worried about us using up too much of our energy from the fighting earlier."

"How are you holding up? You used a lot of mana in that last fight against the manticore."

"I-I'm okay." she said, "I still have one more potion left in my bag so that should hold until we reach town."

"Are you sure? You look a little pale and your hand feels very warm."

"Mhmm!" She nodded with a smile.

Vincent still tightened his grip on her hand, keeping to her pace.

"This path is so beautiful…" she said absentmindedly, admiring the colorful flowers.

"Yeah," Vincent said, "if we weren't in a rush, I would have liked to paint them."

Vincent glanced ahead, seeing Theo talking to Arthur. Or bickering, with the way Theo was scowling and the eternally mischievous grin on Arthurs's face.

"But, we do need to conserve our strength and resources. Perhaps I can ask Theo if we can stay in town for a few days, so I can paint the flowers with you, if you'd like."

"Really? I would-!" She fell forward, Vincent's surprisingly strong arms for his class, catching her before she hit the ground.

"Careful!" Vincent helped her to stand upright, brushing her bangs out of her face, his hand lingering on her forehead.

"…Theo, Arthur!" He called, taking Abby's staff out of her hands. "Take our staves. Abby isn't feeling well."

"V-Vincent, I can-"

"No way, Hondje." Theo took her staff, noting her flushed cheeks. "You pass out and we're all in trouble."

"You sure you don't want one of us to carry her, mate?" Arthur offered, "Magic users aren't exactly known for having great strength-"

His words vanished on his tongue as Vincent easily into his arms with a tiny squeak from the little bird. Theo smirked.

"He might be an elemental mage, but Broer has strength to match any brawler or sword-wielder. And beat them."

"Bloody hell," Arthur whispered, staring in disbelief. "Guess… there are exceptions."

"Naturally." Theo said proudly , then turned back to Vincent. "Do you want to rest here?"

"How far off is the town?"

"We can make it there in less than an hour, if we move fast."

Vincent nodded.

"Keep an eye out for fever reducing plants, both of you. Maybe even a restoring fountain if we're lucky."

They also nodded and turned to move on ahead.

"Vincent, I… I'm so sorry…"

"Rest, schatje." Vincent said, readjusting his grip for speed and followed Theo and Arthur at a brisk pace. "We'll find an inn to recover in once we get to town. You'll be good as new then."

Abby laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

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Another entry down! Only one more to go!

I know the prompt said circus/magic au, but I couldn't think of much for the circus theme, so I just went with my first thought at seeing magic, which was a sort of OG Final Fantasy kinda setting.

Many thanks again to Mo (@xxsycamore) and Julie (@queengiuliettafirstlady) for hosting this event once again!

Also, Happy World Watercolor Month, I'm gonna try to do most of my July artworks in watercolors (with help as needed with pencils and digital effects that I couldn't replicate in analog).

[curi0uscreature]

* (lying to myself) I’m being so normal about my AU versions of them right now. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Especially the part where these two are canonically still alive and well here and Helmut has his body back so they can actually kiss. Very dandy indeed

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

So okay I don't know if this is like...a cool thing to do or not, but there's a fic I claimed from the 2022 kink meme list (I couldn't resist, in large part because Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center was listed by the prompter as one of their inspirations for the prompt) that I'm not sure when I'll actually finish writing but I have started it and I'd like to at least acknowledge that I'm doing it even if the prompter won't see this. But the prompt is something along the lines of anything highly specific and niche (like my strip mall AU lol), and I actually happen to have a growing little stockpile of very very niche knowledge about my chosen professional field, which is ceramics! I specialize in wheel-throwing (though I'm also a...passable hand at plaster mold-making/slip casting and handbuilding, I just don't enjoy them nearly as much) so I've started a little something from Lan Wangji's point of view that's a love letter to throwing ♥

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As is tradition, Lan Wangji works in porcelain.

The Lan family have been respected masters of porcelain for centuries, generations stretching back, back, back nearly to the beginning of the imperial kiln production in Jingdezhen. They once produced the enormous pots that adorned emperors’ palaces – there are (very distant) cousins of his in Jingdezhen who still do so for wealthy patrons.

It’s easy to forget such a background when he enters his personal studio on the other side of the world and flicks on the lights to begin the day’s routines. It’s precisely what he wants – a quiet life like this, simple and unassuming, is much more suited to his desire than the weight of tradition that could otherwise press him and his work down into something he would never want to be.

Not that he deviates very far from tradition anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing. Lan Wangji takes quiet pleasure in simplicity, in function that is beautiful in its hard-won mastery. There are very few non-traditional ways to accomplish this that he’s interested in, but he likes having the option should he want to take it. 

Lan Wangji had learned to throw at his uncle’s knee as soon as it was possible to do so. He has continued to do so since childhood with a single-mindedness that once surprised even his uncle. All he’d ever wanted to do was to sit at the wheel for hours and hours on end, only pausing to warm the water in his bowl with a fresh influx from the kettle and to transfer full wareboards (once he was strong enough) to the drying racks in the corner of his uncle’s studio.

Lan Wangji has always struggled to find the words to convey how integral the motion of the wheel and the smooth slip of clay through his finger and against his palms is to feeling like he fits into his skin properly, but his family seems to understand just the same.

Yesterday, as the sun was westering, Lan Wangji had weighed up a few bags of fresh porcelain. The lumps are waiting for him now, tumbled together under their protective sheets of plastic, ready to be molded and shaped by hands and hypnotic motion. There’s enough of a chill in the studio this time of year that there isn’t any condensation on the plastic when he lifts it, so he folds it away neatly and settles into the easy rhythm of wedging his clay to prepare it for the wheel.

There is, in the middle of the studio, a sturdy butcher’s block workbench. He built it himself right there in the studio, the first piece of furniture that had filled the space even before he’d purchased his Shimpo wheel. It’s very likely too heavy to lift – it’s certainly too big to ever get through the door – but he has no intention of ever leaving this studio to begin another, so it suits his purposes just fine.

Wedging the clay on this sturdy, hip-height table is nearly as meditative a process as all the rest of it. A bit more of a workout than sitting at the wheel, but it’s a good way to warm up in the morning, his muscles well accustomed to the push-turn-push-turn-push-turn of spiral wedging that it’s gone beyond second nature, it simply is. His mind wanders pleasantly as he watches the misshapen lumps of pure porcelain become smooth and rounded beneath his palms. Perhaps he’ll spend the day on bowls. They’re quick and simple, suited to his mood today, and he’ll have plenty of them done by lunch when he already knows his typical solitary routine will be interrupted (and can therefore plan for it so far in advance). 

The sun is up properly by the time Lan Wangji finishes his wedging, and once he’s transferred the first batch of prepared clay to the wheel he pauses to stand in the open doorway and look out over the garden that sits between his studio and his home. The grass and the flowers are glittering fresh and dewy in the sunlight as he rolls his shoulders, stretches out his back in preparation to be seated for long hours.

When he returns, the wheel welcomes him, familiar and comforting. He fills an old bird seed bucket with warm water from the tap and arranges the small mirror at the back of the wheel’s tray to the perfect angle to watch his own hands before he settles in and takes a deep breath, sleeves rolled up and apron cinched comfortably tight around his waist as an unnecessary reminder to keep his back as straight as he can while he works.

The first ball of porcelain hits the perfect bullseye of the wheelhead and Lan Wangji leans in to begin centering, the porcelain buttery soft where it runs under his hands. Porcelain, he knows, is notorious for being difficult to work with, particularly for beginners. This far into his career, it’s simply polite and responsive to each confident press of his palms. He cones it first, hands curled around it to coax it in and up; presses it down again with the flat of his hand, every movement focused on the centerpoint of the wheel gliding silently through magnet-powered rotations. 

Up. 

Down again. 

Up.

Down.

Push.

Press.

Lan Wangji loves every part of the throwing process for what it is, but if he were to have to choose only one, this would be his favorite: the moment he can feel the clay running smoothly, perfectly centered the whole way through and ready to become whatever he will tell it to be, the possibilities – for this moment – endless.

[thornilee013]

I just saw the tags on the first baby Jean you did (I cheated and read the tags + sent my ask before going to catch up on the story lol) and wanted to respond to that too! Sorry for the non-writing ask, you don’t have to actually post this one if you don’t want, I just didn’t want to ignore those tags until next week!

I hope that your work does do something about what you reported, but either way it’s good that you reported it! If it’s something that ever happens to anyone in the future, there will be documentation that someone reported it and management failed to take the necessary measures to prevent it from happening again. You stood up for yourself and you may have potentially helped someone else out! You should absolutely feel proud of yourself!

You’re always so kind to me and I appreciate that so much! Thank you! Have a beautiful week! Besos xx🤍🤍🤍

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Jean approached the desk and stared up at the person sitting there. They were clearly busy, since they seemed to be writing something down on a notepad. He reached up as far as he could muster and whimpered a bit at the stretch.

"How can I–" the person said before looking up and making eye contact with him. "Hey bud. Don't hang on the desk like that, okay? I don't think it's the most stable thing and I don't want it tipping over on you. What can I do for you?"

MASTERPOST

[idolsgf]

WIP Wednesday

hi i was tagged @melisusthewee by for wip wednesday, thank you <3

tagging: @gvnseylike @demandthedoodles @n7viper and anyone else who likes this who wants to share. no pressure :)

I don’t really have much in the way of writing for this week, haven’t really had the time. I’ve been working more on developing and organizing. Everything undercut as always

Dragon Age

cyra adaar: my new girl, fully believes she is Maker sent, Andraste’s chosen. I wanted to play into the dynamics of how easy it is to get sucked into a sect of religion and those beliefs, even if not born into it. definitely a delve into some of my own experiences with the matter. I usually start with a pinterest board to try and nail down surface things for my characters, so I’ve been working on that for her. link here

romance will either be Josephine or Sera. I’ll see how it plays out whenever I get around to it.

mori’na lavellan: my main babe that I keep putting into Situations. I’ve been slowly building up a character sheet for them, which has helped with figuring out their family dynamics as well as motivations for things. I’ve been using this character sheet but not using every section.

I’ve also been thinking more on how drinking from the well has affected them (a great deal. the start to the final nail into the coffin of the loss of self and identity). I have ideas for what I might write for it, it's just the matter of actually getting it on paper. The problem is I just don’t have a lot of time atm 😅

She will probably always be my main focus because I just love that plant obsessed fool.

Ashari and Faye have gone neglected this week, sorry 🙇‍♀️

Now for something a bit different

I don’t mention this a lot, but I make quilts! I think those projects count as WIPs haha

I’m currently working on these two projects:

I have the fabric cut for them, just have to start putting it all together. For the Greenhouse one I’m making the wall hanging version of it so it’s a bit different than what's on the cover. The boat pond one is the throw size. I think that one is going to turn out pretty cool with the fabric I picked out :3