#got two wips to finish

[bambino1294]

why is researching for a fic like this

#bam writes #rambles #this isn’t even for a fic that’s gonna be posted anytime soon #it’s a fucking sequel to a fic still in its planning and outlining stages #and before anyone asks yes it is a hobbit fic #every time I open a tab to check something I open like six more to make sure I have all the right info #I need to dig out my copy of the silmarillion tbh but my shit is everywhere rn #plus researching and writing is more fun than reading according to my brain #at least wikis condense info for me 😭 #doing all this research and I’m still gonna butcher parts of the timeline for the hell of it #I’m joking it’s for plot #reconfiguring stuff just making sure I have names and lineages and places and such #but I’m still gonna fuck around with it #I’m actually having a lot of fun I love researching #it just always mean I have a window with sixty tabs of the tolkien gateway open at any given moment #the things I do for my movie-only five-minutes-of-screentime blorbo #praying I stay on my Figrid kick for a while so I can get some stuff done #got a oneshot in the works #got two wips to finish #and then my bigger upcoming wips #this duology. as we can see. that requires *a lot* #plus the *potential* outsider pov time loop fic *if* I can get it to work the way I want it to #fiinf

[tangledinink]

Asking some artists/writers that I follow:

What is the most recent thing you've written or drawn? Do you like to share sneak peeks of your work, or do you prefer to post finished pieces only?

usually i only share sneak peeks and such on my patreon, but yeah sure why not lmao. here are a few of the things i'm currently working on.

#the top of is the one ive most recently touched and then the other two are just bonuses o w o #ive also got the next gemini update all sketched out~ #asks #fidgetwing #wip #rottmnt #its all gemini babey lmao #when will i finish any of these? will i finish any of these? mmmm remains to be seeeennnn...

[youremyonlyhope]

I love when I see posts like "Share how many crochet WIPs you currently have! I have 5, it's so many!"

Like, girl, I have unfinished projects from over a decade ago that I refuse to frog on the off chance I decide to finish them. I've found years-old projects I forgot I even started and will impulsively just finish it on the spot. I've started three different projects in the last 2 months, including one I started yesterday, that I already know I may or may not finish within the year depending on motivation.

The number of WIPs I have is infinite.

#crochet #knitting #needlepoint #sewing #embroidery #shoutout to the time it took me 4 years to make my dad a hat. and like 6 years to make a turtle for a teacher. #i picked up yarn spinning for ONE day in like 2017. i have not done it since. #there's a half finished elephant amigurumi sitting in a basket and i started that guy in like 2011 #i have two maybe three shawls i know of that are sitting unfinished in a storage bag #plenty of swatches of things that i start and lose interest in #currently i have a cardigan i wanted to make and started it and then got bored so i stopped #there's a hat i was knitting for my nanna that i started maybe 2 days before she passed #and that's sat unfinished i can't even look at it. i have no clue if i'll ever actually finish it. #there's at least one skirt i never finished sewing. and two skirts i have all the materials for but haven't started. #i know i have one beach cover up dress and one cover up skirt that i started in 2017 and didn't finish. #i think my oldest work in progress though dates back to when i was 9 or 10. i made a slipper. never finished the other foot. #that was in 2005 or 06. so literally i might have WIPs older than someone who is reading this. #and those are the just some of the ones i REMEMBER. buried in my yarn stash are probably others i've just forgotten.

[eluriart]

Out of Sight - 5

Start - Previous - Next

Cross belongs to jakei

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Nightmare belongs to joku

#eluriart #undertale #undertale au #krossmare #cross!sans #killer!sans #nightmare!sans #cross sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #sanscest #comic #out of sight comic #utmv #this page was in my wip for two weeks #but i got sick #then it was christmas celebration with the family #but today i finished it on the plane ! #next update will be next year~

[slavhew]

28/01/2024

stars don't twinkle moon doesn't shine

big thanks to @nahrgles for finishing this for me after i hit a wall with colors bg and effects- chromatic aberration blew my fkn mind

pre edit transparent version under cut because i spent too much time cleaning it loll

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #sonic adventure 2 #sa2 #admin draws #fanart #not intended as ship theyre kinda just There but like if ya wanna tag it i aint stopping you #never played sa2 myself but ive been insane about these two for saur long now and thats like half the reason i even finished this #finished sonic generations though and i replayed this fight like three times omgfgghgh its so fun. i love them so much #those who follow my main blog mightve seen the piece by a long deactivated artist that inspired this #queue spat it out just around the time i finished this #sitting down to complete a piece that i dont finish in one sitting is rare let alone 2 (it took 3) and im pretty happy with it #still not ttoooottally happy but you just gotta let mistakes be and not ruin ur perception of a thing thats on the whole. pretty good #ive still got a bg3 wip in the works but i might have to doodle these 2 for sanity rather than sitting down after a long day #of studying infectious diseases for a final. and then making myself work on something ive wrung of most of its initial creative dopamine #MORNING EDIT WOW. THAT TRAILER HUH. 20 YEARS OF SHADOW RETROSPECTIVE HOW WE FEELING. #BC I KNOW IM ON CLOUD NINE NOW

[aysrin]

a short rest [hollow knight x valorant]

#valorant #valorant art #hollow knight #valorant omen #omen #two ghosts chillin on a bench 5 cm apart cause theyre gay!! #pls sing it like the vine thanks #this sat in my wips folder for over a year cause i Despise painting rocks #also im probably adhd #cause this took like 1hr to finish once i got over the concept of Painting Rocks #and there wasn't even that many rocks #aysrin cant art

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday ❤️‍🔥

Tagged by @tizniz who decided to drop a whole ass fic as her snippet haha

The smutty beans paid me a visit last night and I was able to chip away a bit more at the final chapter of Rival Firefighters 🚒 ... so here’s a spicy nsfw snippet under the cut for you all 😘

Eddie whispers into Buck's ear, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Buck,” and then he's slowly rising up and sinking back down again, the slow drag of Buck’s cock inside him feeling absolutely fucking delicous.

He keeps the pace leisurely for a while, tangling his hands in Buck’s hair and swallowing down every grunt and moan with slow sensual kisses. Buck’s hands run up and down Eddie’s back and shoulders, never lingering too long in one place, as if he can’t decide where he wants to touch him.

Eddie rolls his hips forward sharply, earning a loud grunt from Buck. Eddie smirks and does it again, but this time Buck is expecting it and meets him with a buck of his own hips, effectively wiping the smirk off of Eddie’s face as Buck’s cock brushes up against his prostate.

“Oh —,” He buries his face into Buck’s shoulder as Buck keeps rolling his hips upwards in a pace that’s just this side of too slow for what Eddie’s craving. “Buck, I need—”

“Mmm what do you need, baby?”

“Fuck, I need - ah - need you to fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.”

Eddie mewls, high and needy and he'd probably be embarrassed about it but his mind is too clouded with need. Need for Buck.

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @devirnis @lover-of-mine @neverevan @giddyupbuck @homerforsure @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @the-likesofus @try-set-me-on-fire @princessfbi @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @athenagranted @sibylsleaves @shitouttabuck @dangerpronebuddie @donationwayne @fortheloveofbuddie @jesuisici33 @king-buckley @loserdiaz @captain-hen @bekkachaos @missmagooglie @monsterrae1 @mellaithwen and as always, anyone else who wants to share something -> consider this your official tag

#daffi writes #fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #I love this fic and can’t wait to finish it and share it with you all 🥰 #maybe I can edit and post the first chapter during the two week hiatus 🤔 #buddie wip #buddie

[neverevan]

Fuck It Friday ☔️

Tagged and tagging @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @wikiangela @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon and my sweets whose continuous support means the world to me @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns MWUAH 💛💛

Hey peeps, I've been having some not-exactly-good dreams last night and then had a really not-exactly-good day, on the flipside I have officially finished the first draft of the mudslide fic. 🫡

It still has a lot of blindspots and some kinda vague bits, but the skeleton is there, all I gotta do is build on it! It ended up just over 62k and though now I'm trying to avoid guessing word counts in general, I think it'll come to round out around 70k or so. Anyway, here, have some more Buckley-Diaz domesticity:

“What is it, Chris? Where is the fire?” “Dad!” His smile was so bright that his eyes crinkled with it and it was enough for Eddie to soften and let his grumpiness melt away almost instantaneously. “The Aquarium opens at nine!” Eddie dragged his hands down his face in an attempt to make himself more alert. “You didn’t forget about that, huh?” The door to his bedroom opened behind them and Buck walked out, squinting and looking just as disheveled as Eddie left him in his bed a moment ago. “Buck!” Chris turned his head into his direction. The air stuck in Eddie’s lungs for a split second, expecting the row of questions or accusations from Chris — after all, the kid was intuitive as hell — but it never came. Instead he just pushed past Eddie and grabbed Buck’s wrist, tugging him towards the kitchen, Eddie wandering numbly in their heels. “Hey Chris, wha- what’s going on?” Buck asked, clearly still in awe of the situation he found himself in only minutes after waking up. “The Aquarium opens at nine.” He relayed the same information to Buck as well, but while Eddie just felt a little out of sorts that he actually forgot about their plans, Buck’s face lit up like commercial LED lights. “Well then, we better get started on breakfast, hm? What do you say?” “Waffles!” Christopher cheered and Buck laughed, jovial and full of love and not for the first time, Eddie found that his heart was beating to the rhythm of hope. It wasn’t his fault that waking up in the same bed with Buck, followed by a family breakfast sounded perfect. Well, maybe too perfect. “Sorry bud, I don’t think we have any left in the freezer.” Eddie informed him regretfully, but before Chris could’ve expressed his disappointment, Buck cut in. “Come on Eddie, who needs frozen waffles when I have my Sous Chef to help me with the batter?” Buck winked at Chris who just beamed up at him in response. Eddie didn’t even know what to say to that, so he just watched the two of them idle towards the kitchen before following suit.

#this bitch is 158 pages already?? and it'll still get longer?? who's even gonna read all that lmao but seriously #I'm so excited I might die?? like wow #this was the first fic I started writing for these two sillies and to actually finish it after all this time?? #it's still gonna be a lot of work but I think I MIGHT be able to start posting next week #god I can't believe I actually managed to pull it together before the weekend #so now I might just edit the grave fic tomorrow and post it~ #because the shannon feels got to me and I kinda made myself cry with that one lmao #anyway #🫡🫡🫡 #buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic

[tswwwit]

Are you going to post the cult au on ao3?

I mean, maybe? Once it's finished it should be easy enough to pop it up on there. I just hate coming up with titles and summaries and such! Writing tens of thousands of words of fic is way easier than that stuff.

#answers #I'll only post it on AO3 once it's complete #I'd prefer not to slap up unfinished works #Yes I know that I have more than a few of those #I can see my documents staring at me; trust me i KNOW about the WIPs #They haunt me #Anyway there's only like two chapters left for Cult #I've got the outline and everything #Though you know how I'm very likely to finish it #It's because I thought of a Very Good Joke I wanna do right near the end #Now THAT'S motivation

[no-light-left-on]

they've got a consensual workplace relationship

#dishonored #thomas the whaler #daud #thomas/daud #daud/thomas #can we please give them a proper ship name like PLEASE i am begging you #wip #this is a teaser for a comic yes Im finally finishing it yes it took me two months I got distracted #my black marker died in the process

[cuubism]

It’s 3pm on a rainy Wednesday, and Hob is sleepily grading student papers, when Death of the Endless appears in his flat, lies quietly down on the couch, and rests her head in his lap.

Hob stares down at her for a long moment, hands aloft in indecision, because this is not... something they do. By now he can say he calls Death a friend, and they get drinks together sometimes and chat, but this...

“Everything alright, love?” he asks, finally resting a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t mean to disturb your peace,” Death says quietly. The TV Hob’s left on as background noise—some silly cooking show—nearly drowns out her voice entirely.

“Nothing peaceful about trying to find nice ways to tell my students they can’t write for shit,” Hob says, pushing his papers away. He can’t see Death’s face well like this, but he doesn’t like the uneven sound of her voice, not when she’s usually so level. “Disturb away.”

After a long moment in which they both just listen to the TV program host blather on about crumpets, Death says, “I am not affected by deaths.”

“…Alright,” Hob says, though he’s not convinced.

“I am…” Death continues, but trails off on a breath like a whistle of cold wind. “May I... stay here awhile?”

“‘Course.” Hob carefully pets at her head, strokes her hair. Worry is building, but he doesn’t think Death needs him to pull her words out of her the way he sometimes has to with Dream. She will speak when she’s ready. “Do you want to hear some truly fascinating attempts at historical analysis? Or is peace and quiet what you’re looking for?”

“You can speak if you wish,” Death says, still in that quiet tone.

So Hob tells her about some of his students, the ones who truly seem to have some promise in the field, and the others who he’s pretty sure are just mangling their papers together from sentences out of one of those AI things, if the originality is anything to go by. It’s disappointing but does make for humorous reading. Though really, Hob’s not sure whether to laugh or despair when he has to read lines like War has negative effects on people in an actual university academic paper. Wow, you don’t say.

He does manage to get a few chuckles out of his friend, but none with her usual humor and enthusiasm, and eventually he trails off, and they listen quietly to the background noise of the TV.

“Is there anything I can do?” Hob asks quietly.

“Can you control the future, Hob?” Death asks, a rhetorical question without any of her usual lightheartedness.

“Can’t even control the present,” Hob says. He just keeps his hands on her, one on her shoulder, one on the top of her head. Grounding, he hopes. And he thinks on what she’d said.

Hob knows that Destiny is the only Endless that operates in the future, but he has wondered, now that he understands them a bit better, if Death may not have a foot in that direction as well. She must know, some way, how to be where she must when she must.

Death has never seemed overly burdened by the past, even though history is a tower of bones a hundred miles high. Hob had asked, once — do all those terrible things ever bother you? you were there for them all —and all she had said was, “It has already happened,” with neither pleasure nor pain, just acceptance.

The future is another matter entirely.

“Is something going to happen?” he asks.

“I will not burden you with knowledge that is not yours to carry,” Death says.

So, that’s a yes.

“Maybe I could do something about it,” Hob suggests, though he suspects where that query will lead.

“You could not.”

“What about you, then?”

“That is not my place,” she says, though she sounds less certain about it than she usually is when discussing her function.

“You sure?” Hob asks.

“Were I to change fates for some, what excuse would I have for not doing so for all? Unfair things happen hourly, and always will. If I upend the balance, there is no telling how things would tip out of control down the road.”

It must be hard, Hob thinks, to be so powerful and yet so powerless.

“You did spare me,” he points out.

Death huffs, almost a laugh. “In truth, I shouldn’t have done that. Although I suspect Destiny had it written in his book for other purposes entirely.”

Huh. Well, that’s probably something Hob shouldn’t think on too hard for the sake of his own sanity.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining about it,” Hob says, and Death chuckles.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks, when they’ve been sitting for another few minutes in silence.

“I… do not have many friends,” Death says. Common family trait, then, Hob thinks. Not that it’s really so surprising. Death is very personable, but most of her interactions with people are, well… fleeting. And it can’t be easy to make normal friends, when you’re as expansive a being as one of the Endless.

“Stay for a while then,” Hob says. He pulls a blanket over her and tucks it around her shoulders. “Until you have to go.”

“Thank you, Hob,” says Death, still sounding incredibly weighed down by her function, but given a slight reprieve, perhaps.

Hob rubs her shoulder and thinks about these endless creatures he’s chosen to love. Do they have anyone else to worry about them? He doesn’t think so. It’s just Hob, and he doesn’t think that’s anywhere close to enough, but he’ll just have to do his best.

“Any time, love,” he tells her, and means it.

#hob death friendship my beloved #couple days later hob's got /two/ endless sitting depressed on his couch cuz lbr whatever unspecified mass casualty event happens is going #to fuck up death and dream both #rip #hob gadling #death of the endless #deathling #i mean it's not intended as shippy but that's my tag for the two of them right now #my writing #FINALLY one ongoing wip finished. thank you nano. it's a short one but still #sandman fic #just post the most random ficlet and then go back to work XD #me: i won't post anything during nano i'll just focus on writing. also me:

[benetnvsch]

this image was beamed into my skull right as I was tryna sleep so had to sketch it rq- may clean it up later- may not lol

#who needs sleep when u got two Guys Living in your head who u need to draw over and over again rent free? #kunikida doppo #kunikidazai #Dazai osamu #kite draws #art #fanart #bungou stray dogs #bsd #kite watches bsd #knkdz #PLS these tags are in awful order I am tired #The vision was #they are dancing together in a kitchen at night IDK #it was very specific in terms of colors and setting and :Sweats: nervous about finishing this one boys what if it doesn't look #exactly like the image I see of it in my brain #I'd have to deactivate I fear/j #leave the tumbler for ever </3 #OH Some fun kite lore #I never export my wips #I just screenshot those bad boys and send it LMAO #this one is particular cunrchy too bc I decided to sketch in a pixel brush cuz I've been working on pixel art comms #and was too lazy to switch it back #teeheee guys who are too lazy to with a brush but not too lazy to sketch and entire piece :poses: #I also drew their outfits from memory and forgor that Kunikida Does Not have dark pants and so pls ignore that #which is silly bc one of his defining traits To Me when first watching bsd was 'huh he is a lot like Tevin to me' #AND TEVIN WEARS THE NEAR EXACT SAME THING ONE COLOR THROUGH AND THROUGH </3 #I've talked about that here even goodness #wait now im thinking of knkdz as twrecks OOOOOO No that makes me sick <//3 /pos #a. t sushi would be Caleb OH GOD FUCK NOOO- :smiles: (wrote his name like that to avoid showing up in his tags

[astriiformes]

"Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell"

#the owl house #toh #i haven't made a full amv in so long this was so fun #and i've got AT LEAST two more i really want to throw together #also #you can tell i'm on winter break because i'm finishing a bunch of wips haha #f: us weirdos have to stick together

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

After two cups of coffee i decided to make a sillier thing than here

Still way too tired for this but have a short thingy

-

They noticed something was off the moment they came to live with you.

Back in the pizzaplex, you were practically picture perfect, there wasn't a moment you did not smile for them and were always eager to face whatever came your way with utmost energy.

Now they see your eyes, that you used to always hide, regardless of the hour of the day, and they look so tired. They cannot phantom how those can possibly be the same. When they moved in, you waited till they grew used to the place and then you made sure to fall face down on the bed and not wake up for another entire week.

You still smile, you still help them in everything, there is not a thing they ask of you that you do not get them. But the drop on your shoulders looks alien on you.

You had built them two whole new bodies, maybe that's why you're so tired. When did you even have time for that, anyway?

Or maybe it's the house. It sounds like nonsense, but you never stayed at home much. They remember how you spent your days and nights at the plex whenever you could, and when you didn't you would be out with that Sean guy from security.

The house is wonderful, spacious, and it's clear you modified it to fit them at some point. The room you gave them is old fashioned like that of a grandma, but you said they could mess with it as they liked. In each inch of this place there is a small detail somewhere, carefully cared for and cleaned, but they noticed how the garden was overgrown.

You care so much for them but when was the last time you did something for yourself?

And so, slowly, Sun made a habit of making you food. He learned all recipes on the book, and asked you to get him more. Each day he makes something new, and when you don't feel like eating, he cuts you a fruit. He lost count of the days they both had to grab you in your wandering in the woods with promises of snacks.

Moon never knew how bad you could be when it came to keeping track of the passage of time until you left the strict work routine of the plex. You would spend your entire day doing one thing, forgetting to eat even when they brought you food, and only stop when he forcefully would come to pick you up late at night. So he created a routine himself — he started dragging you to take a shower with him at the end of the afternoon, following you on walks so he'll be less bored and playing on the trees with you. You know it's time for bed when he tells you nighty night.

You started to get better at it when the three of you began to put mundane things on the calendar: Monday — Watch the movie Sun choose, Wednesday — walk in the city, Saturday — game night; and so on.

They have fun taking care of you, just like you have taking care of them, even if your mind is still foreign to them. You make up for the lack of kids to keep an eye on. You're not perfect like they believed, but that means you're human, despite your belief on the contrary.

They still don't know how to deal with how you wake up in the middle of the night and refuses to look Moon in the eyes when you meet him on the dark living room, or the ways you space out mid conversation with Sun like your brain and body had decided to work separately, but it's okay. You said you all had the whole eternity to figure this out, didn't you?

#immortal au #dca au #dca fandom #drabble #immortal au writing #<— ig #god i need a nap #i dont like this #maybe ill delete both posts once i sleep for like two days straight #but for now you can have them #i should finish my art wips #I've got like 15 on this au alone #dca fnaf

[orizukuin]

Crusty dusty dunty artist hand writing ft. Chib Mayke Boi and Charlie

#charlie in underworld #charlie #charlie uwo #mike ciu #wheres mike tag #team 344 #doodle #digital drawing #quick drawing #i am an artist #plz i got so many wips atm and idk when will i ever finished them #including These two Character design thingy im doing cuz idk why #screeeeee

[steelycunt]

an um. snippet. from me. for the first time since. july :-)

#from a fic you likely will not see for at least. two months. but still <3 #reallt brave of me to snippet considering ive still got no plan from one scene to the next and have only written um. four scenes but. well #if you all bear witness to evidence of the wips existence then maybe it will help me commit to finishing it. :-) #this is also. this snippet is from the very first scene and it is not my favourite but the snippet i WANTED to share is simply too long so. #sorry about that. :-/ also im just talking now you don’t need to read these tags but it is so lovely being in remus’ head now im so used to #it it used to be so unnerving…but i live here now i love it…im also in a bit of a #loving sirius era atm so actually im enjoying writing about how pretty he is. (<- me after being visisted by three spirits on Christmas Eve) #special shout-out to hope lupin. kicking things off immediately with her funeral she is so killable and i really appreciate it. #tsahonip feels like a silly acronym so i think we’re sticking to shortening it to. #tsah #snippet #my fic #r/s #anyway. if it goes the way i want it to the whole fic is very. london and dreary flats and bars and mugs of tea and resentment + melancholy #you know. because ive never done that before have i. also the discography of the smiths so prepare for that on the playlist soz :-(