#wip not wednesday

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

He’s smiling, smiling at her. “Come to bed with me,” he murmurs. “And I’ll let you kiss me goodnight. Isn’t that a good deal?” 

[amentet-draws]

WIP Wednesday

(or whenever)

The reach is saddening these days, so let's shake some notes, support each other and have fun! Share your WIPs (art, writing or whatever).

Here are my st. Trina and Miquella (more adult version). Based on pre DLC and my AU designs, also female head by Gaetano Cellini that I used for studies earlier. Gonna make them in color (also struggling with Miquella. Braided a doll for reference. Want to make a young male face, sorta typical Tolkien's elf, and not to turn him into a girl... But I've not much experience with males. I love that unfinished sketch aesthetic tho, want to save a copy before I continue).

Tagging @catcas22 @bardcambion @bimbomcgee @sillovn @sheirukitriesfandom @cinderflower @evilwriter37 @ashildr-arts @miseryscrowned @katastronoot @solarchaotica-art and everyone else who wants to show something.

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

I'm a little late for WIP Wednesday but I haven't knit since Wednesday so it still counts right?

I have absolutely smashed this underarm portion of the back panel, on row 153/160 (95%!!!). However. My goal for the underarm length is 24 inches. And I'm currently at 22. T-T I will Increase My Total (168 will probably work but I'll report back when I have motivation)

I'm already looking ahead to the upper back portion, which will be about 64 rows based on my gauge. Plus a couple more rows for shoulder shaping.... I'm Actually on row 153 out of 238. 64% finished.

I'm usually a Process Knitter but this is very much a Product Knitter's project. I keep daydreaming about all the lace shawls I could be knitting (but never wear). But the Evil Pink Cardigan.... My precious...

[alma-amentet]

WIP Wednesday

yes, finally I do it on wednesday 😊 tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom (ty for the tag)

My Elden Beast oil painting. Damn, will I ever finish it? Takes time to dry before I can go on, and I get distracted... I have two of them now (they reproduce, yes - other story, will tell later). We'll see which one will be better. Hope to finish soon (at last) and finally move forward.

tagging @catcas22 @cyberroses @dirty-bosmer @bardcambion @evilwriter37 @heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @cinderflower @fwwm @sillovn @bimbomcgee @katastronoot

Anyone else (I might've forgotten) are welcome! Not only art, texts or anything, too. Let's share our WIPs again.

[hebuiltfive]

WIP Wednesday Sunday!!

I'm beginning to think that my ability to write has somehow been deleted because I haven't written anything substantial since November. And it isn't because I don't have the muse. I literally sit down to write everything in my head but it either comes out messy, or doesn't come out at all. I don't know if I've posted this snippet before. It's from a chapter I finished writing ages ago, but I wanted to post something to see if I could boost my brain into a state of mind of yes, we are still writing this story, now please work. Everything is worth trying, right? Idk, I think I'm overthinking it all. Anywaaaaay! From a (hopefully-not-too-soon-in-the) future WSHSB chapter...:

Scott closed his eyes.

His bruised hand was lifted to rest against the metal of the jet. Where he was standing, close by the engine, the bodywork was still warm. He focussed on that. He commanded his brain to take note of the polished aluminium beneath his bandaged fingers… Virgil would probably have seen the stark white contrast agains the bright blue of the jet’s paint. Questions he had wanted to try and avoid would now be asked in earnest, he was sure, and all that work of calming his heart became pointless.

From the possible threat of Virgil’s worried quieres, the thumping under his ribcage rose back up to the forefront of his mind.

Distractions. He needed more distractions.

Scott worked his way around the jet, mentally noting any scratch or dent he wasn’t sure existed prior to this flight. It was a futile task, he knew. His mind was in no fit state to retain any information, yet he continued anyway. Anything to avoid having to face his brothers.

To face the man who was always by his side, no matter what crazy stunt Scott was about to pull.

To face his best friend.

Virgil.

Always so tranquil.

Always so composed.

Now his brother oozed irritation.

Perhaps it was time to put an end to his delaying tactic. Perhaps it was time to finally face the music.

[deadbaguette]

[wip] finally getting around to drawing him… my favourite annoying creature look

[megthemariner]

Happy WIP Wednesday Friday!

Thanks @rosieofcorona for the tag 💕💕 sorry if anyone else has tagged me recently I’ve been so busy 🫠

Anyways have fun sneak peek at a very early WIP of another spicy Rookanis sketch page 👀

[l393ndjean]

I finished the first scene of my Will and El role reversal fic!

Only ten billion more to go...

[nb-octopus-writes]

WIP not-Wednesday!

Hi, I am going to be taking a page from @suzukiblu's book and start doing wip snippet posts.

And you, my delightful readers, get to assist me in motivation to write by requesting continuations. For every ask I get today, I will write and post at least three sentences on the WIP of your choice!

the specific sentences I post may not be the same ones I just wrote. They'll probably be ones I wrote earlier, so I can post snippets in order from the beginning of the story so reading them is more fun. But I will definitely write at least three sentences and post at least three sentences. If you're familiar with suzukiblu's process this is very much copied from that.

Today, the WIPS you may select between are:

The Accidental Polycule Infiltration Fic

Haunted Dollhouse (New! ✨️)

Jay in Minecraft (New! ✨️)

And to kick things off, here is the opening to Jay in Minecraft!

~*~

Jay opens his eyes. He doesn’t recall closing them. He’s outside, standing on very flat ground. To his left, the sun is rising. It's square, which he can tell because he's able to look directly at it.

It's a very familiar square sun, and the landscape between him and it is a very familiar square landscape. Jay recognizes it immediately, but at the same time, their brain refuses to accept what it recognizes as being correct.

Jay is standing in a grassy plain made out of perfect cubes, under a steadily climbing square sun. In the distance, they can see a forest of blocky trees. They don't know how they got here, but they know where here is:

Jay is in minecraft.

The vantage point is odd, like he's standing on top of a building, but when Jay looks down at his feet, they are planted squarely on the grass below them.

At the same time, they're able to look down at the top of a tree. Multiple trees, actually, but Jay focuses on the closest one. It's an oak, one of the smaller variety that can be fully harvested from the ground, probably six or seven blocks in height. Three times the height of a player, at least. 

And it only comes up to his knee.

Jay is in minecraft, and minecraft is really small.

[fayannah]

yes wip no wednesday

heyyy guys i’m almost done with chapter 1 of the fic ive been writing/planning since august

this is…not a scene from that bit instead a 500 word scene that i pounded out in a inspired spree

um yeah theres like one line of dialogue and it’s probably the best thing i’ve ever written so have fun ig

It had been four years since Miles Edgeworth had moved to the Von Karma Manor. Four years of grief, curiostiy, and depression. Prosecutor von Karma had given him everything he wanted but it wasn't enough.

When Miles was eight, he was a ghost, haunting the halls. He never spoke and if you didn't look carefully, your eyes would slide over him in the grandeur of Manfred von Karma's pristinely decorated manor.

When Miles was nine, he was burdened with guilt and shame. He no longer replayed the events of December 28th in his mind while wishing desperately for his father back. It was a blanket of shame on his shoulders, weighing him down. He was still distant but he spoke the occasional word. The staff members thought he was healing. Miles disagreed.

When Miles was ten, anger overtook him, he broke vases and crushed flowers. He thought he was a bad person and tried to act like it. Punishment came but it was never enough. Miles felt he deserved more for hurting his own father.

When Miles was eleven, he yearned for a friend. Miles had always been a loner but those few months with the new boy with an odd name had showed him what having a friend could be like. Before when Franziska would pester him, Miles would shoo her away too consumed in his own grief to notice. It was to yearn to connect that brought him to Franziska. They fought of course but deep down they both knew that they could never hate each other, no matter who tried to pry them apart. 

When Miles was twelve, curiosity bloomed in his young mind. He would explore the halls until he found a new sanctuary. He would never stay long in one place. Until he found the library.

There were three libraries at the Von Karma Manor. The first was the guest library. Huge celings and grand fireplaces littered the large room as well as the softest rugs and handmade leather chairs. The books in that room had no substance to them, they were filled with boring words like loquacious which in any other context would make Miles excited but in the context made him hang his head in bordem. Miles soon learned that this was purposeful by the master of the house himself, Manfred von Karma. 

With an uncharacteristic glint in his eye, he said, 'We can't let our rivals gain the upper hand, can we, boy?"

The second of the libraries at the Von Karma Manor was a private library restricted to family members. Miles was delighted to gain access and spent day after day gleaning knowledge from any book he could find. It was his own personal haven, his home. Miles was no longer a ghost but a real boy made out of flesh and blood who had a talent for law and a passion for any words that he could read.

The third library in the Von Karma Manor was Manfred von Karma's personal library. Miles had only glimpsed the mahongany shelves and large windows. It was an area of secret and mystery in the fully explored manor. The secluded hallway it was located in smelled of old books, ink, and dreams destined to come true. 

[mavracax-writes]

Meet Teven 🐺

Teven serves the Nulbere house as an estate guard. A man far from where he once called home, he serves dutifully but often stands alone. He is known to be arrogant and abrasive toward his peers, keeping to himself and staying task-driven. Though he's a loner, he can't avoid becoming entangled in some relationships, and once he's involved, despite his better judgement he will stay, all or nothing.

Teven is a character from my WIP fantasy novel, Out of Torment.

I'm working on my first draft at the moment, and will keep sharing things as I go through every stage of writing. You can also follow along on Instagram (@mavracaxwrites) and Threads (@mavracax) if you'd like to see more!

[hebuiltfive]

WIP Friday!!

It's been a while since I last posted any snippets. I've been very, very slowly chipping away - the last few weeks have become incredibly busy and has left little time for writing, which has been frustrating.

I believe this snippet is from (what is currently sitting as) chapter 15, so we're making headway. I am glad I didn't just write and post though, even if it is annoying to gather up chapters without having anyone else see them, as there's been lots of changes back and forth.

Anyway, enough rambling now. I missed Wednesday, so here is a Friday WIP:

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Luckily for them, Scott had no interest in managing a yard such as this. His only interest laid in finding Alan as fast as humanly possible and getting him home again. Locking him away in his room until his brother found the common sense he had so clearly been lacking these days was still up for debate.

"I was wondering if you might be able to help me. I'm under the impression that a young boy was brought here earlier today. He's about so-high, fair haired, freckled and highly curious. Have any of you seen a boy like him?"

The three men exchanged knowing glances with each other, the sort that made Scott's agitation only increase.

After a few seconds of silence, which felt far longer and more like minutes to Scott, he snapped, "It's a very simple question, gentlemen. Have you seen him or have you not?"

The burly man, cap twisting in his iron grip, stepped forward towards Scott. "I'm 'fraid you'll 'ave to be more specific, sir. Many-a-young lad comes down 'ere to work, y'see?"

"Perhaps," continued the stout, third man from his friend, "if the good sir has some spare change, we here might be able to remember better..."

[dogueteeth-fhr]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @aurriearts for the tag!

I’ll boop forth to @euelios @westealtoys @disastersteps and anyone else who’d like to participate in WIP Wednesday from this post! :3 as always, no pressure to participate

I’m doin a spooky one for Cain since we’ve officially hit spooky season. Context is priest/exorcist & demon, still figuring out what I wanna do with the demon but for now it’s a baphomet

[deadbaguette]

Whipping up a [WIP] !!

Hoping to make this piece thematic/dramatic

[wonda-fhr]

WIP Not-Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @dogueteeth 💕

Unfortunately, there is nothing new writing to report yet. But during my vacation I had two encounters that connected me very much with David's mindset.

So there's a photo post, because maybe new ideas will come out of these pictures.

This very old piano stood in a small restaurant. It was dirty, broken and used as a shelf for board games. It was beautiful, and I know the condition would have brought tears to David's eyes. Together with him I thought about the stories this piano has to tell. I will be thinking about it for a while.

The next detail pictures are from a museum. A part about steam engines and their development. I am not a big fan of technology. But I thought that my tech-savvy friend would find a lot of beauty in these things and get excited about their history. So I took some photos for him. Here is a small selection.

[l393ndjean]

Wip... sunday??

So... I've been busy since I made this post... I do not have a collaborator, but i have a conspirator @dailydoseofdumb (aka i've been rambling at him about the worldbuilding for the past half hour) Atp I'm calling this fic You'll Be The Prince, but the universe as a whole will be called Today Was a Fairytale.