#wips wednesday

[quordleona03]

WIP game

So, I was tagged by @marley-manson to post a snippet of my WIP in progress, and a scorching July seems appropriate for this Christmas in Missouri moment:

Mildred ran Christmas like a four-ring circus. Madge, Evelyn, and Jeannie were the other ringmasters. "I made eggnog," Mildred offered. She poured him a glass.

"Does Cory still collect stamps?" "I don't know," Mildred said. "He did last year. Better save the good stamps for him just in case. Oh, I'm expecting a call from Evelyn about Christmas Eve, so would you field it and tell her I'll talk to her after supper?"

"I'll tell her we'll have Christmas Eve on 24th December no matter what she has planned, and you'll talk to her tomorrow," Sherman said. "I have plans for after supper."

Mildred beamed at him. "I never get tired of hearing that," she said, and handed him the eggnog. "We'll be eating inside an hour."

Madge had always come to Mildred for Christmas since her Bill had died, and since Evelyn was grown and married and Jeannie married Tom, as Mildred had noted kindly, she'd been planning family Christmases with Madge for thirty years when they couldn't count on him even being home for Christmas, and now they had a daughter and daughter-in-law, each with families of their own. Logistics and planning were Mildred's job. Sherman got the small chores. Like cinnamon, and addresses.

The snug was where Sherman smoked cigars and where they both watched television, though Mildred was talking about getting a bigger set for the sitting-room. The sofa facing the television was just big enough for two, and the other half at this moment held nothing more exciting than a pile of empty envelopes with address, and the Christmas card address book, and a spare envelope to save any interesting stamps for Cory, just in case. He was fourteen now, after all -

Sherman mentally corrected himself. Cory was now sixteen. He'd be going to college in two years. Well, he would be if his grandfather had anything to say about it. Boys who didn't go to college were getting handed draft notices awfully fast these days, and Sherman had been given reason to remember what could happen to boys who got drafted to a war that wasn't a war.

The telephone rang at his elbow. Sherman picked it up. "Hello, sweetheart," he said.

"Darling. Hello." said a very damn familiar and unexpected voice.

"Hawkeye!" Sherman nearly dropped the phone. "I was expecting - I thought you were my daughter - " "I always thought I was like a son to you," Hawkeye said. "But daughter, fine, I can do that too. How are you?"

"Fine, fine," Sherman said. "We're all fine here. How are you?"

The rules: post a snippet of one of your WIPs. The tagged:

@bbjkrss-blog @machihunnicutt @jaelijn @allcanonisrelative @cplredberet

[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.

[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!

[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 🙈

[skyrim-forever]

idk if this has been done but

[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

[mothsaresc4ry]

Enid is in her Pokémon phase

Enid: *throws a pokeball at Wednesday* Wednesday, I choose you!

Wednesday: *not even looking up from her typewriter and catching the ball* you need an ultra ball to catch a legendary pokemon.

[dakimchi]

[WIP] Revolutionary Girl Utena as Bouguereau's Pietà 🌹 can't wait to finish this omg-

[watch the full speedpaint here !]

[waveoftheocean]

this week's wip wednesday: dec 2023 -> oct 2024 superbat redraw! can't believe it's already been nearly a year (and i still struggle to draw clark's face every. dang. time 🥹)

[barblaz-arts]

Have you read the Wednesday season one novel? If not, do you intend to?

@griffinborn Yes I have already seen the excerpts that included wenclair stuff. i'm already drawing the dumbwaiter scene smfhwlfkeulreuiwe

[corniart]

Lissen I too just want to press my face into Fearns tig ol biddies. Have some callowmoore wip I’ll probably never finish.

[fortheloveofexy]

WIP I posted on twitter earlier. will I finish it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ dunno

[d-llahanspade]

I am absolutely FUMBLING the background on this but I love the faces so much, so I’m just gonna put this one on the back burner until I have more time to finish it