#wips wednesday

[daryltwdixon]

WIPS WEDNESDAY

I thought we'd try something new! here are some smutty upcoming fics (because I was ravenous today, okay? okay.)

I'd love to hear what you are looking forward to reading the most!

These are not requests, these are my own ideas / one shots.

inspired by a fellow writer @gutsby who did a similar post recently. all my love to them!

posted!

posted!

[racerchix21]

WIPS WEDNESDAY

@nine-one-wanton & @bidisasterevankinard tagged me earlier (thank you loves) and I got 2 things to share with y’all!

First up is Eli Cobb fluff for @rdng1230 & @girlwonder-writes some Tyson love! Sorry if I’ve already shared this with y’all 🖤

“Yes ma’am,” Eli dutifully says. “Tyson if you’ll follow me I’ll show you the locker room and then we can go start inventory and see how badly C-Shift left the back of the bus. I think O’Reilly believes we get paid to show up early every morning to clean up his messes.”

The way Eli’s laughing Tyson figures he’s only kidding. As he follows along behind several of the other firefighters call out good mornings and how ya doings. They all seem nice enough and he begins to let some of the tension and stress melt away.

“The big blonde dude lifting weights is Thompson, the short brunette is Quinn or as we all call her Fun Size, and the short red head is Jansen,” Eli explains gesturing to each firefighter as he names them off. “Real mature Fun Size! There’s a probie presence and you’re flipping people off like a monster!”

“Oh whatever Corn Cobb,” Quinn hollers back.

“That’s Captain Corn Cobb to you Quinn.”

Captain?

Second is my Day 3 for @saltommyweek2024 Take 2 Lost in the Woods that I already shared in the discord server 🤣

“SALVATORE,” Tommy growls as he falls for what feels like the hundredth time as the snow continues to fall in heavy clumps. His jeans and boots are soaked all the way through and he’s freezing even though his boyfriend looks right at home in the middle of the woods he’s gotten them lost in.

“Yes Thomas,” Sal chirps from in front of him. The bastard has the audacity to make being absolutely soaked by the snow look good. Tommy knows that he himself looks like a drowned puppy and Sal looks like a model getting ready to showcase the latest winter fashion from Carhartt and The North Face.

🔖whoever wants to share stuff the rest of the week

[waveoftheocean]

happy wip wednesday!! here's another dc wip/doodle dump :D

[chu-cho]

frat wip

[an-established-butt-dent]

I'm a bald Solas lover I swear!!!!

—> Process video under the cut because of flash warning.

[disturbing-woods]

Work in Progress - Moonpaw ! ( Changing Skies )

Please let her be evil

listen to the weird creature in your head darling

[rosieofcorona]

i gave him hair and a scar as an experiment and i fear it has awoken something

(wip)

[ikiprian]

Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

[monmatch]

"I approve of this, very futuristic." I don't usually like posting WIPS but god I feel like the composition is on point. I'm afraid to fuck it up with detail so here it is.

[furalicious2]

Otter on his floaty 🦦 all done

[yllene]

I believe I am onto something interesting with this. I am actually quite excited.

This is not stranded knitting, but slip stitches. In my opinion it is easier to knit with many colours using slip stitches rather that stranded knitting, because I get to knit with only one yarn at a time. And slip stitches create such interesting textures.

This is going to be my contribution to scrapalong 2025, even if it is not strictly scrappy, only partly scrappy. It is going to be socks.

[zarstarss]

gaybariel wip, on a mini-vacation so hopefully it’ll be done by the end of the week

[aliengirlart]

Working on my page for the Monster High fashion Zine 🙈

[v-writes]

Captured King Snippet

DPXDC inspired by this post by @mokulule

It's probably going to be one long one shot when it goes up on ao3, but here's a little less than 1k of the beginning (by snippet I do mean most of what I have written so far lol)

Pt 2

Phantom had been quiet since he was apprehended.

Silent in a way that someone who needed to breathe, someone with a beating heart, could never be, and Batman could tell it had Superman on edge as he stared through the one way glass into the interrogation room. But then the uncanniness of the young man they had captured was probably a minor stressor compared to the concern of what would happen if Phantom got loose, his arrest had been brutal. Clark shouldn't even be in the observation room, any fight that left him as battered as he was should land him in the Fortress of Solitude's medical facilities, but getting that through to him when Phantom was still present was a losing battle.

So many of the League's heavy hitters, including dipping into Justice League Dark for magical support, and Phantom had danced around them.

The only reason they had been victorious in the end was because-

~~~

After several failed attempts at capture based on power match ups leaving the league member unable to land a meaningful hit, or arriving too late to stop or catch him, an ambush had finally been successful.

The ambush location had been set up for them, pending inspection by their team, based on Phantom's history and pattern of attack.

A pattern that was too aggressive, to recent for Bruce to have time to investigate to his satisfaction before action was needed.

The research facility had been pre-cleared of civilians and intel, the latter of which irked Batman. Every instance of a League member beating Phantom to a facility location ended with Phantom fleeing, if only to return later. So why would the GIW need to clear their servers to the degree they did.

Each member of the ambush team chosen with the utmost care, carefully strategized, every outcome accounted for, and in the end-

The why was unknown, but Phantom couldn't use his intangibility on Captain Marvel, leading to Marvel turning the fight into a one on one grapple despite the close quarters limiting how much help the rest of the team could be.

Phantom had barely made a sound most of the fight, ignoring the team's attempts at communication, he'd barely hissed at the brutal slash Wonder Woman had landed, barely a grunt at Superman's blows, dancing around Green Lantern's constructs, a motley of growing bruises on his skin and seeping wounds. And Phantom had reciprocated in kind, Diana had come out of the fight bruised, but largely unscathed, but Green Lantern was only 'standing' due to his ring and will, and whatever Phantom had done to Superman's ribs wasn't healing without attention, at least Clark Kent calling in sick to the Daily Planet would help his cover.

But Phantom screamed when Captain Marvel called down lightning on him. Broken, and bone chilling even through the comms, the volume deafening. And Marvel had read the seizing muscles followed by going completely limp, the uneven and new breathing, the tears, the presence of any reaction at all as landing a disabling blow.

Phantom took advantage of the lowered guard, but then at their proximity, it probably wouldn't have mattered lowered guard or not. And Phantom reciprocated in kind.

Phantom's eyes shot open, glowing bright in the night sky, energy arcing off of him as he sent Captain Marvel's lightning back through him.

Captain Marvel's cry cuts off sooner than Phantom's had, quickly replaced by Billy's, having been so close to him when he transformed, Phantom catches him quickly, instinctively, as he begins to fall. Cyborg's drones catch Phantom's expression as he processes what just happened clearly, eyes widening, mouth opening slightly, shock shifting to horror as he stares crestfallen at the boy in his arms.

"We're too high up." The first words anyone on the Justice League had heard him say, despite the GIW claiming he had a reputation for chatting nonsense incessantly. "The atmosphere it's, the air is too thin, too cold, he-"

"Phantom." Superman's tone is unyielding, firm, Phantom's eyes dart to him, "hand him over."

Phantom stares at Superman for a long uncomprehending moment before startling into action, "right, of course," drifting closer to Superman he carefully places a stirring Billy in his arms, as soon as Phantom lets go Green Lantern wraps Billy in a force field.

Billy takes a deep breath, eyes shooting open, twisting in Superman's arms his eyes snap past Phantom, but the warning his glance gives the ghost isn't enough.

Cruel, was not a word that could ever apply to Diana. Ruthless however, was an apt description, her lasso wrapping around Phantom's throat, he didn't need to breathe, but it would prevent his sonic attack, and provided her leverage to swing him around like a dog with a chew toy, diving towards the Earth she slams him into the ground, creating a crater at his impact, and holding him still long enough for Zatanna to swoop in from where she lay in wait to contain him.

~~~

Because something wasn't adding up.

The petition for help from the US government had made Phantom out to be a recurring issue, yet hadn't reached out until his most recent attacks.

Research notes going back nearly a decade, tied closely with a branch of the U.S. government none of them had heard of before.

Laser focused on his target unless absolutely forced to shift his attention.

And it took a lot to draw his attention, he displayed a worrying number of powers and abilities, skilled in evasion and combat, he didn't hesitate to match any of the league blow for blow until he-

Phantom's face when Captain Marvel had transformed played over and over again in Bruce's mind.

There was a difference to him in fighting Captain Marvel, the Champion of Magic, Earth's Mightiest Mortal, and Billy Batson, the 14 year old out too late on a school night.

As there should be.

But there wouldn't have been to the menace the GIW had described.

The GIW would be expecting an update soon.

The league didn't have one for them.

Batman refused to have one for them until he had more information.

Unfortunately their greatest source of information was tight lipped and unresponsive.

[cryptic-udon]

[craftycoola]

wip wednesday, or: i promise* to weave in an end for every note this gets** (and there are HUNDREDS)

*promise not legally binding

**except that it's a deadline knit so i have to weave 'em all in anyways