#Call of the Wild WIP

[gemmahale]

Writers confidence challenge! List your 5 writings you love the most! Reread them and tell yourself you are a gem to this world! And if you want, send this to the writers you like let them know how awesome they are! It can WIPs or published fics! 💌

🧡 for you, beloved gemma, creator of incredible worlds.

Sy, thank you! Since you specifically referenced worlds, here's my top 5 world-building/AU WIPs. (I love them all equally, though. Okay?)

Feylands - I've spent so much time on worldbuilding here. It keeps getting more intense lol. Magic, royalty lineage, staff hierarchy, technology, botany - I get to play with all these fun nuanced pieces that all influence the world(s) I'm building in this story. I'm hoping for the possibility of playing more in this universe when I'm done with the main story. (This means smut, mostly.😉)

The Contract - @pfhwrittes blew it out of the park helping me develop this one. This world keeps expanding too, but in a different way. There's a universe to tell different stories in here, which ought to be fun. It's definitely a wee bit darker than Feylands, but just as good.

Call of the Wild - Would you believe me if I said this one came from a dream? Well..parts of it. I'm kind of making up the lore on the fly for the werewolves/shifters, so it's not as detailed for lore as other stories. Will my brit-picker absolutely lose their mind when they read it? Probably.😅 But it's a different universe! Lightly inspired by @deadbranch's Werewolf AU. (<- So good. Go read it. All of it.)

Journal Exchange - Six planets formed. Entire resource and processing plans are being developed. Societal structures built out of what little's given in Prospect (highly recommend watching if you like sci-fi) and expanded it into a universe. I want to get back to this one, even if the style (journals sent to an individual) is difficult to write.

Palace Hallways - An as-of-yet unshared WIP. Inspired by @sentientcave's Heavy Weighs The Crown WIP and some ideas that have been floating around in my brain soup. Lady-in-Waiting 'Petal' is menaced by Knight Kyle, Artificer Johnny and Druid 'Ghost' assist. Playing fast and loose with historical fiction and D&D lore. (I have a thing for Gaz x Soap x Ghost x OC, okay? That's two now.)

#gemma writes fanfic #gemma answers #Feylands WIP #The Contract WIP #Call of the Wild WIP #Journal Exchange WIP #Palace Hallways WIP

[someawkwardnerd]

i love outer wilds <3 i love experiencing the death of the universe <3

#looks like i can upload now?? hopefully #anyways look at this outer wilds fanart i made i love outer wilds i played it like a month ago and i am totally normal about it #i have wayyy more wips but they were all eaten away by finals and now totk but hopefully!! #hopefully i will finish them when i play echoes of the eye or whatever the dlc is called #i want to look at other ppls art but i dont want spoilers so! i am stuck in an outer wilds limbo #my art #digital art #fanart #outer wilds #outer wilds fanart #clip studio paint #idk what to tag this i didnt even know if i should put a caption #outer wilds hatchling #oh yeah if u see this somehow n dont know what outer wilds is Play It right now :)

[bramblequeen]

I finally finished playing The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom at the end of July after playing it since May. Unfortunately, I’m itching to start a new save file and replay it because it was so fun.

I do have some minor things I would’ve liked to have been done differently in the game.

One such quibble is a proper fight against Puppet/Fake Zelda instead of just fighting a bunch of Phantom Ganons. Idk, it would give more Evil Bastard Energy™️ to Ganondorf by using “Zelda” against Link. But hey, that’s what fan art is for.

And yes, it does look like Midna’s Colour scheme…(between this and the idea for a Zelda boss fight, this is accidentally very Twilight Princess themed)

Colour palette used can be found here

#bramble arts #totk #botw #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #puppet zelda #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #princess zelda #zelda totk #zelda botw #color palette challenge #colour palette #color palette #colour palette challenge #gloom hands #could’ve given this more polish but I think I had to call it there #got tonnes of WIPs to work through still #totk spoilers

[ethereal-night-fairy]

WIP GAME

Thanks for the tag @groguspicklejar

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

I'm just slowly working away on my series if I'm honest. I have a few ideas for short fics but I haven't written anything down for those.

Forgotten Sorrows Ch 7 Redo- Fae!Soap x Female Reader ( I didn't like the first version i did of this chapter so I'm writing it again. But this time I'm focusing on developing Soap and readers relationship)

Silver Tongues like Bullets Ch 4 - Werewolf 141 x Female Reader (Reader isn't adjusting well after getting kidnapped. Names are being called and things are being thrown. They should have seen that coming though 🤷🏽‍♀️)

A Lick and a Promise Ch2 - Outlaw!Ghoap x Female Reader (this chapter focusing on the days leading up to readers kidnapping)

Broken Vows and Promises Ch 1 - Cheating Cbf!Soap which turns into Ghoap x Female Reader (this one's dark, Soap doesn't seem to want to lose you nor does he want to stop dating Simon. So that's his solution? Kidnapping you obviously! Keeping you hostage until you fall in love with Simon as much as he has...)

I might have a problem with the kidnapping trope...

Anyway here are my no pressure tags: @ghouljams @gogh-with-the-flow @the-californicationist @tinypandacakes @kastlequill @s-coquette @waves-against-a-cliff @mortuarywriting @3archangelsaints

#wip game #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #cod x reader #call of duty #x reader #poly 141 #ghoap x reader #poly!141 #werewolf au #werewolf!price #werewolf!ghost #werewolf!gaz #werewolf!soap #werewolf!au #wildwest!au #wild west #outlaw!ghost #outlaw!soap #cowboy!ghost #cowboy!soap #cowboy au #cbf!soap

[sleepyseals]

[Image Description: A digital painting of the shrouded woodlands from outer wilds. One of the wooden hand devices stands across the water. In front of it is a short dock with a single lit candle on the right railing. There are faintly lit tree branches above the scene. In the sky above the trees are many stars and the distant horizon is visible on the right of the image, lightening blue with dawn. End Image Description.]

game study from april ^^

#HIIIIII #I LOVE THE HAND THINGS THEYRE CREEPY THEYRE LOOMING THEYRE DISORIENTING THEYRE SO COOL #I have another big wip of one in the works :3c #I didn't know what to call them in the description.. #I just had the worst day ever I am feeling better now and thinking about videoed game #anyway emjoyyyyy #outer wilds #outer wilds: echoes of the eye #echoes of the eye #eote #outer wilds spoilers #eote spoilers #ow spoilers #echoes of the eye spoilers

[direwombat]

happy wip wednesday and first day of nanowrimo y'all

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm~ <3)

tagging @trench-rot, @cassietrn, @strangefable, @voidika, @madparadoxum, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @josephslittledeputy, @inafieldofdaisies, @g0dspeeed, @simplegenius042, @miyabilicious, @strafethesesinners, @confidentandgood, @jillvalentinesday, @poetikat, and anyone else with something to share! (also to be added/removed to the taglist, please like/unlike this post here)

here's the intro to the scene directly after this halloween treat i posted of syb getting bit and her transformation. she's havin' a normal one. tw for emetophobia

Sybille comes to consciousness to the light of dawn filtering through the canopy of leaves overhead. 

Her head is pounding, a throbbing pain trapped inside her skull, and she winces as she hesitantly cracks her eyes open. She lets out a groan. The world is overwhelmingly bright. Most of the trees in the county are still changing colors, but here in the mountains, a good number have started to shed their leaves. What little shade they can provide, it isn’t enough to spare the burning to her eyes. 

She lies on the ground, naked as the day she was born, and covered in dirt and blood. She sits up and presses her palm to her forehead, and the second she does, her body is set alight with pain. Every muscle screams at her with an ache so deep that it goes down to the marrow of her bones. Shallow cuts and scratches are littered across her body, from the soles of her bare feet to the blood trickling down her cheek. Yet, while the pain flashes white-hot through her, she’s also fucking freezing. The hair on her arms and back of neck stand on end and through chattering teeth, her breath comes out in visible puffs in front of her. A violent shudder rolls through her, her body desperately trying to ward off the chill.

“Jesus Christ,” she moans, and she runs her hand through her hair, knocking loose leaves, twigs, and pine needles. The sweet, coppery tang of blood sits heavy on the back of her tongue and in her throat, and as she runs her tongue over her teeth — normal teeth — she finds sinewy bits of meat stuck between them.

Her stomach clenches and heaves at the realization and she rolls over onto her hands and knees to expel the rising bile. Only it isn’t just her own stomach acid that splatters onto the forest floor below her. An inordinate amount of blood and chunky pieces of partially digested meat and viscera splash below her. Her throat burns and her eyes sting, prickling with tears, as more and more blood erupts from her mouth. Jesus Christ, this all can’t be hers, can it?

It ain’t. Just deer’s blood.

She gasps her way through the dry-heaves once she’s expelled the last of it from her stomach, grimacing at what appears to be flecks of bone floating in the pool beneath her. Her belly aches, empty and cramping, and she spits a thick, foamy pink wad onto the ground.  Wiping the blood and spittle dripping off her chin, she takes a moment to catch her breath. Ragged pants eventually even out into deeper, rasping inhalations that actually fill her lungs. 

“Okay,” she wheezes. “We’re okay…we’re okay…”

She lifts her head — to take in her surroundings and get her bearings — but as she does, she’s met with the bloody carcass of an elk right in front of her. Its belly is ripped wide open, with its entrails spilling out onto the ground. Dead, milky white eyes stare back at her, and a fly crawls right over one of them, pausing directly on the eyeball to clean itself of the blood on its little insect legs. 

The kill is fresh. No more than an hour or two old. The blood and body are still warm, and the distinctive stench of rot has yet to set in, although she can definitely tell that it’s beginning to sour.

It’s almost a shame to let so much meat go to waste. 

And then she catches the chunky bits of meat sitting in her vomit-blood and the color drains from her face. All signs point to the poor elk being killed by an animal — wolves — but why would they abandon their prey instead of bringing pieces back to their pack? And why would they have let her get so close to such a fresh kill? Why the fuck did she, in what she can only assume was a fugue state, feel compelled to partake in feeding off this kill?

And why does she have the urge to press her fingers into the gaping wound and lick the thick, clotting blood off her fingers?

She shakes her head to free the thought. The dizziness is enough of a distraction to drown out the intrusive thought, but not to quiet it entirely. She’s so thirsty. She’s so hungry. 

She was hungry last night, too, wasn’t she?

Her head throbs again, and she crawls over to a nearby tree to lean against as she shakily rises to her feet. Pressing her hand to her forehead again, she screws her eyes shut, trying to recall the events of last night. The fuck happened?

She remembers dicking around at the office with Joey. 

She remembers Nancy patching a call through to her desk phone. 

She remembers Jacob’s voice on the other end. “One of my workers didn’t show up for the final check-in…no one’s been able to get a hold of him…we rounded up a search party…he’s stew meat now.”

She remembers driving up to the Veterans Center, only to find the place empty. And then…

And then…

Christ, what happened after that? Her jaw clenches, trying to focus on her memories, but all she gets is a blur of emotions. Fear, pain, rage, and then, eventually, hunger. 

Hunger…

God, she’s so hungry her gums ache. 

But her stomach can wait. She needs to find her way back to the Veterans Center and get back to her cruiser. She needs to let the Sheriff’s Department know what’s going on. Let them know about last night. 

She needs to let Eli know she’s alright. 

Shit, where are her clothes?

#wip wednesday #wip: the horror and the wild #everything subject to change yadda yadda #for what it's worth this scene does end in syb getting comforted by eli (who she eventually calls to come get her) #but also this will not be the first time she wakes up in the woods. naked and covered in blood and missing memories

[avionvadion]

I have another drawing I need to draw out first for the actual next chapter, but this was a cute scene in my brain I might have happen when our chaotic duo (Link and Ilia) head back to the domain, and Ilia goes to talk with Sidon. I imagine she's tired of getting her clothes soaked every time they hang out at the reservoir so she just took the outer layers and armor off, lol.

So until then... it shall remain a WIP!

#botw #botw oc #botw sidon #prince sidon #prince sidon x oc #destiny's call #wip #work in progress #i've drawing hazbin for so long I've forgotten how to draw normal body shapes aksjfldkjlfdkjlfkjd help #also Sidon's torso is NOT long enough but y'know that can always be fixed later lol #breath of the wild

[raycatz]

crafting

#wip #my art #Wind's making a pirate's rope :) #the craft probably has a better known name but that's what we call it at camp #... forgot Wild's NOT left handed

[supernovae-never-burn-alone]

— STORM AND A SPRING, WIP #1

Chonny Jash? In OUR wip animatic!?!? More likely than you think!!

#supernovae never burn alone #oc blog #ocs #original characters #snba aentropus #snba poine #wip #animatic #animatic wip #art #digital art #chonny jash #chonny jash storm and a spring #storm and a spring #i feel like a wild pokemon calling for jelp in battle. im calling the cj fandom to boost this /j

[gallawitchxx]

M8TE — a modern a/b/o au

M8TE is the premiere app for unmated alphas and omegas. Just enter your location and the dates of your rut or heat cycle, and you’ll be instantly paired with up to 3 potential matches in your area. Who you choose is up to you! Just be sure to tick the appropriate boxes on your profile to signal if you’re looking for a mate or a one-time thing.

M8TE. What are you waiting for?

a part of day 2 of gallavich week 2022, hosted by @gallavichthings & based on a prompt by @ianandmickeygallavich with brilliant beta work by @thisdivorce ☎️🖤

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. ― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

chapter one: MATCH

rating: e

chapter: 1/8

word count: 4.9k

additional tags: au-modern with a/b/o dynamics, omega mickey milkovich, alpha ian gallagher, online dating, angst with a happy ending, internalized omegaphobia

[ read HERE on ao3 ]

#SURPRISE! #i couldn't wait lolol #i'll reblog in the morning #i hope you looooooove! #welcome to this wild ride #it's all planned out so it won't be a wip forever #let's call it a summer story 😏 #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #a/b/o #a/b/o au #M8TE #gallavich week 2022 #gw2022 #gallavichthings #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[stormflute]

I've been tagged by @lutiaslayton to share the last seven lines of my most recent WIP. As tempting as it is to copy-paste my half-written emails, I'll do something slightly more interesting (and maybe slightly over seven lines):

"Randall 'Randy' 'Bratscot' Ascot," Angela said, moving and talking faster now, herding Randall back into his own hotel room and feeling a bit like she was the terrorizer rather than the other way around, "you have thirty seconds to give me a really good speech as to why you're destroying your own city and giving all of us extra paperwork and PR drama."

"Okay. You're the real Angela. I get it now," Randall said, his voice small and eyes wide. He was fiddling with his hands now, the exact same way he used to when they were teenagers. Though he was certainly taller, more tanned, and with a messier hairdo, he really was the same person. She must really have caught him off guard. "I—listen, you guys were the ones who—" he paused. "Wait, did you say my city?"

Angela crossed her arms. "You're a co-owner of our bank account, you know. You co-own the land we're standing on. You co-own this hotel." And goodness if that hadn't been incredibly annoying to pull off. Trying to sign it so that a person who, in the eyes of the law, was at best missing and at worst dead for the better part of eighteen years had been… a hassle, to say the least.

Randall was gaping at her now. "I—but—you—he said—"

"Who said what?" Angela narrowed her eyes. "Are you referring to the man with the feather boa and the cape?"

"Descole," Randall said absently, "his name is Descole."

"Right." She didn't really care. "I'm not sure where he got his information, but he either got it wrong or has been intentionally lying to you. I can show you the deeds if you would like. Or have you talk to our lawyers." She just wanted to put all of this behind her. She wanted Randall to come home. She wanted to fix things up with Hershel without leading him by the nose. She wanted to throw her heels at Descole.

Ideally all of those things would happen, but she would take two out of three.

~~~

No pressure if you're not interested but @the-therapist-is-ace, @darkscaleswriter, and @blue-skelly if you join in ^.^

#this wip lies heavily on the “unedited” side #but that's the joy of random unpublished snippets #this might be the first time I've posted anything writing-related on this account #wild #I'm obeying the seven line limit in the same way I obeyed page limits for essays in high school #also known as pretending they didn't exist #and getting called out for it later

[gemmahale]

Last Sentence

Tag from @gnpwdrnwhiskey! Love you bunches, friend!

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

“Pssht. Ye cannae be thinking like that, mate. Putting the evil in the world and all that.” Soap nudged his shoulder, prompting him to look at his teammate. “‘Sides, she’s with pack. She’ll be fine.”

Soap's such a sweetheart in Call of the Wild. Impulsive and brash, absolutely. But he's also right there to comfort his friends and teammates when they need it.

Tagging 5 people to share their last bit! (Zero pressure, promise.) @pfhwrittes @stuffireadandenjoy @syoddeye @maggiemayhemnj @sentientcave

#gemma writes fanfic #Last Sentence Tag #Gemma Talks WIPs #Call of the Wild WIP

[mg-dango]

News flash! so uhhh Dientes isn't my only CoD OC, I also have been working on this other fella a since a few months ago already, his name is Aleksei :D

the only problem is that I don´t have a callsign for him yet so I was hoping you could help me to choose one for him

#original character #call of duty #oc art #cod oc #my art #character design #wip #oc wip #Aleksei Ivanovich Orlov #Fun fact I'm planning on making him Raptor´s grandson #The operator that is an old lady from MW3 #Bc imagine how funny it would be for Kortac to have some dude and his grandma working together lol #family reunions are gonna be wild

[ghostonvhs]

"I'm going to draw a normal, regular drawing of Beowulf. no funny business."

(immediately beelines to detail exactly one area before I even have his hands drawn)

#he has hands now tho don't worry #he still needs pants tho #the priority order #one time kiwi called out how I put the time into drawing all the body hair just to erase it all when I finally draw the clothes on #AND YOU KNOW WHAT #it's called having passion for your craft #also called being gay #sorry Wulfie I promise I'm not putting you into a wild outfit after this #(winks at audience like Bugs Bunny) #art wip #nipple warning #I guess

[direwombat]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

i haven't gotten to any naughty jakesyb stuff yet, so have a mid-spicy sybeli to tide y'all over

“Jesus, your hands are cold!” he exclaims. 

Pulling her hands from underneath his shirt, she places them atop his chest and pushes herself up. He shifts beneath her, allowing her to slot her knees on either side of his hips to allow her to straddle him. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth and gazing upon him with eyes half-lidded with lust, she drags her palms over his pecs, giving them an appreciative squeeze the same way he had her ass. “Perhaps you should find some way to warm them up, Mr. Palmer,” she husks. 

#that second paragraph is still in it's very rough draft #that is slightly polished word-vomit #syb also has bad circulation in her hands apparently. just like me <3 write what you know <3 <3 <3 #love syb's use of honorifics in her speech pattern #if she's calling you 'mr/ms/mrs/mx/etc [name]' it's either because: #a) she doesn't know you and she's being polite but also if she continues to refer to you with an honorific she's keeping you distant #b) you've impressed her (ex. 'oh well ain't you clever mr. [name]'). this can be in the either good impressed or 'you fucked up BAD' #or c) she's being a tease and wants to FUCK #wip: the horror and the wild

[avionvadion]

Here's a WIP for Destiny's Call: TotK I started... maybe a month ago but haven't finished yet, lol. I almost forgot it existed.

#botw #botw oc #totk #totk oc #sidon x oc #prince sidon #king sidon #totk link #destiny's call #wip #work in progress #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom