#wip whatever

[tragedybunny]

WIP Whatever

I got tagged by the amazing @justporo to share WIPs, so buckle up baby. This is the start of something spicy.

“You’ll have to entertain yourself, darling.” He said as a warning. If she needed to play, he would oblige.  “Not if I make you entertain me,” she snatched his book out of his hand with a mischievous laugh.  She was absolutely asking for it. Astarion sighed with feigned irritation, pulling his book back and setting it down next to him. “You’re being an absolute brat,” she smirked at him, daring him to do something about it. “If you need to be entertained I suppose I’ll indulge you.” She opened her mouth, no doubt about to declare victory, but he cut her off. “Bring me your hairbrush.”  “No, wait, I’m sorry.” The turn of attitude was impressive, but all part of the game.  “Oh no, my dear, sweet Serafina, it’s far too late for apologies. Hairbrush, now.” He sat up, putting his legs over the edge of the bed, a perfect spot for her to lay in. 

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@astarioffsimpmain @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate @littlejuicebox

@pursuitseternal

Shit...you know who you are.

#bg3 #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #wip whatever #my writing #my fanfiction #bg3 tav #bg3 tav serafina

[g0dspeeed]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Just another River Palmer sketch

Tagged by the lovely @josephseedismyfather 💕

Tagging @noodlecupcakes , @ladyoriza , @henbased , @direwombat , @adelaidedrubman , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @cassietrn , @voidika , @carlosoliveiraa , @ivymarquis , @la-grosse-patate , @onehornedbeast , @v0idbuggy , @schoute and whoever has something cool to share

#wip wednesday #wip whatever

[mareenavee]

WIP Whatever? Yeah.

Hi Everyone! I have been buried in some work for Skywind lately, and I am tired.

But I have been writing for prompt fills for the most part so, stay tuned for a few words. :>

I was tagged to share some writing by the amazing: @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @kookaburra1701, @rainpebble3, @ladytanithia and @skyrim-forever!

Tagging: @paraparadigm, @thana-topsy (🫂), @orfeoarte, @changelingsandothernonsense, @saltymaplesyrup, @snippetsrus, @archangelsunited, @gilgamish, @throughtrialbyfire, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @nuwanders, @viss-and-pinegar, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2 AND YOU -- yes, you, if I've forgotten your tag, you're more than welcome to be tagged honorarily and tag me back so I can read some words >:}

For now, here's a bit from my prompt fill for Harvest -- it's from Galathil's POV and is World Canon. It happened a few years before Nyenna's story begins. Untitled so far. Below the cut! Just shy of 800 words.

Galathil felt the shift in the Ratway before the stranger’s arrival, if she was being honest with herself. There was a certain nervousness in that liminal place between solving the Mercer issue and everyone’s attempt at starting over again. And if anyone knew anything about starting over, it was her. One was never content to simply reap what they’d sown. She would not be part of the Guild, nor be seated here on a bench crafted of sodden wood in a seedy tavern under the worst possible of cities if things had gone to plan, after all.

She watched as Delvin plunked crates of fresh vegetables on the table across the room from her, his brow creased with worry. The harvest in this case would go solely to feeding the stranger who had settled into the Warrens, himself averse to the consequences of his actions— or existence. Galathil hadn’t managed to parse exactly what his trouble was, but it was enough to stir up unease. Mention of Thalmor had floated around, and, while it had made her nervous…she’d used her own power on herself long ago. It didn’t stop them from trying to find her. Her magic was rather…unique. The fear of that recognition gnawed at her in an abstract way. She would be defended against Thalmor inquiry without needing to ask for the Guild’s help, true. But then the debt would once again stack in their favor, even if they never came to collect. She still felt outside of things, despite her years settled in the damp amongst them, and despite their hospitality and their attempts at including her.

She fussed with the edge of her sleeve, though even this was going threadbare in places. She’d learned to do without, to stop accumulating social debt and asking for favors, nervous to be seen and, therefore, known. She could never outrun her crimes—the ones from before she fled. The jobs she was forced to do on pain of death for treachery. That she had made it out of Valenwood by the end at all was by the grace of one god or the next. And she had to live with what she’d done to escape, as well as just what she’d run from, and all the consequences of the path she’d chosen to walk.

That was likely why she felt so distant from most—there was a certain trepidation about what they all would think if they really knew her. It was better not to let them in, not to answer their questions with any semblance of truth. But one, of course, managed to worm his way in. And it was because he, too, carried a secret like one might carry a festering wound.

Teldryn Sero, bravado set aside for once, grit his teeth as he sat down next to her. The bench groaned in protest. He was silent for a moment, the only sound the steady clunk of chitin as he bounced his knee, agitation and nervousness palpable. His eyes were distant and dark in the poor lighting. She gently brushed her fingers over his gauntlet, and he grasped her hand. He was shaking. She knit her eyebrows and looked up at him in concern.

“They’re housing a Blade here, Galathil.” He picked his helmet up off of her table, where he’d left it before he’d gone off to assist Vex and Brynjolf with the stranger. “He knew me. He looked right at me, and I… How? How could that be possible?” He paused and closed his eyes. Galathil squeezed his hand.

She knew why he was here, then. Since the Mercer issue, he’d been distant enough, which was to be expected. He’d said once he’d never meant to get roped into cults and guilds. He wasn’t necessarily the best thief she’d ever seen, either, to be perfectly fair. He would be running again. She knew that peace was fleeting, if it even existed at all. And they had had peace, even if it was just for a moment. Consequences seemed to demand it as payment whenever they caught up.

“You can’t know for sure if he recognized you, Teldryn.”

“I can’t be sure he didn’t.” He still gripped her hand. She could see, even through the armor, the tension in his shoulders. Could hear it in his voice, too. “Galathil…please. I just. I know what I said about your skills. I know. But I’ve changed my mind. Can you help me?”

“And rid the world of a face like yours?” she asked. Her smile was wistful.

#MareenaWrites #Galathil #prompt fill #Teldryn #Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine #Nerevarine Teldryn #TG Teldryn #Thieves Guild #Nightingale Teldryn #Galathil/Teldryn Sero #skyrim fic #skyrim #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #wip whenever #wip whatever #wip wednesday #writblr #writeblr #fanficblr #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #The Heart of the World

[gilgamish]

WIP Whatever - The Great Chapel of Julianos

i vastly overestimated the brain cells and spoons that i would have by wednesday of last week lol but we stay silly and we fight the brain fog :> tagged by the illustrious: @thequeenofthewinter , @nuwanders , @mareenavee , @kookaburra1701 , @paraparadigm , @saltymaplesyrup , and @tallmatcha (i will properly tag people for the meme when i am not horrifically late in posting again. i'm afraid may have already blown up enough people's notifications for one day, i think, lol)

some wild headcanoneering beneath the cut :>

What had once been the Great Chapel of Julianos in Skingrad was a lonely building. A bird’s eye view showed the Chapel square in the center of a massive forum of pale stone, gleaming in the rain as if to cry. For now built around the Great Chapel, were buildings that housed various wings of a hospital. That hospital and its four wings saw more patients than any other healing houses, almshouses, or clinics in Tamriel, save for the Faculty of Chirurgeons of Cloudrest, whose numbers went unreported by the Aldmeri Dominion. The Elder Council could boast the numbers of lives saved by the School’s efforts with its small army of healers, and so they continued to ply the School of Julianos with tithes to run these clinics. Then, the Council saw room to boast further. After the Elder Council had learned through an inquiry that the Empire’s youngest laborers couldn’t name ‘Akatosh’ as the God of the Empire nor identify their Emperor, the School of Julianos returned, promising to educate all citizens of the Empire in a renewed crusade against all ignorance. No citizen would go without knowing their numbers, letters, and names and prayers to the Divines. It seemed an investment of recursive benefits. The School of Julianos received a never-ending supply of children to fill the ranks of their clergy. The Legion received a steady stream of volunteers. The Elder Council ensured generations of loyal citizens, who were culturally Imperial before all else. But the Great Chapel didn’t know any of this. There used to be warmth and life and people in its walls. Shrine candles went unlit. The carpets were heavy with dust. Molder climbed the walls and the pews and books. Rain sloshed against the colored glass windows, drowning the saints and gods cast in them. Rain’s Hand was always thrust unevenly on the West Weald, with half the days carrying up the warm, coastal winds from the Abecean, and the other half arriving in a tumult of freezing rains without the thunder and only the clench of winter. On one of these days where the forum between the Great Chapel and hospital-basilica flooded ankle deep, worshipers, pilgrims, and clergy alike hurried for shelter under the basilica’s eaves. As they rang out their clothes, a door banged open. They peeled away from the hooded figure, dressed in the white and green of a Primate, who floated past them. Deluge slid off their frame, a Weather-ward spell shimmering in the humidity. They cut across the forum, straight to the Chapel all to ready to welcome them, and within, found a figure already seated in the second pew from the altar. “Arturo,” the figure said without turning their head and confirming him by the entry. Time had left the mer gnarled, skin drooping over his emerald eyes, and painful, twisted hands reached up to usher him into sitting. They were marked by sunspots from the harsh Nibenese sun, burnishing the gold. “Taelorm,” Arturo said back, taking a seat next to him. Long nails clicked on the dusty wood. “You’re Primate, now, as I understand it?” “Yes.” He wouldn’t mention that this happened nearly ten years ago. Something about the perception and movement of time in the minds of Mer. Settling down in pew next to him, he didn���t feel much older than the Acolyte that Taelorm had known him as. Hardly older than a boy, and speaking of… “And you’re still taking on acolytes, aren’t you?” “One.” A tired, airy chuckle. “A human, who is terrible at being a human. I’m afraid I’ve only shown him how to be a mer.”

so happy i could rework this section >:]

#wip whatever #wip snippet #tcuh

[kemendin]

Was idly thinking about this Fortress Funtimes scene earlier so:

Knowing the dangers of hesitation, Scourge moves again almost instantly, striking before Caspian can collect himself. He swings several swift blows at the Jedi, forcing him back a few steps, and then with his opponent off balance he reaches out, through the air before him and through the Force, closing an invisible hand around the other man’s throat. Squeezing.

Arrested abruptly by Scourge’s phantom grip, Serapis emits a strangled gasp. His eyes go wide for an instant, then narrow again in fury as he struggles, his lightsaber still rigid in his hand.

“Fight it, Jedi,” growls Scourge. His own saber is held ready now, angled towards Serapis even as he tugs sharply at his captive to drag him closer. “Not with your body. With your will. Fight it. Break my hold.”

Caspian twists within Scourge’s grasp, trying to resist as he is pulled nearer and nearer to the Sith’s humming blade. Sweat is running down his face and pooling where his contorted expression puckers his dark skin.

“Fight it.” As the Jedi strains against him, Scourge pulls harder.

#kem writes #wip whatever

[ahhrenata]

Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.

Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.

He breathes a quiet,

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Eddie huffs a tired laugh,

‘You know I never mind.’

Because, yeah.

Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.

( another one from the poll | WIP )

#in my feels this fine morning #eddie cant let steve go without his goodbye smooch #i imagine eddie would sleep through anything #but i also like to think he lets himself wake up #he likes to watch Steve’s morning routine #which may or may not include winking at himself in the mirror when his final once over checks out #steddie #steddie fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i changed Steve’s face from the WIP.. it needed better angling #I’m not a writer so please ignore grammar and whatever other problems lol #i type like i read it in my head #so hopefully it sounds alright

[forecast0ctopus]

not divulging my thoughts on star trek (2009) rn. but this scene is like a cartoon to me

#technically the first star trek film i ever watched. back in 2009 lmao #i was in the third grade so hardly counts #star trek #star trek aos #jim kirk #james t kirk #captain kirk #aos kirk #star trek aos fanart #star trek 2009 #this has been in my drrafts for a month and drawn for like two but. whatever #thougbt maybe id finish the rest of the page. havent yet! maybe later #so if you ever see this guy twice thats why lmao #i have so many wips though so i dunno

[kiashieart]

oops i drew him in this pose again. um. idk. ^_^

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #one piece fanart #tbh i drew this at the start of the month and realizing i drew the same pose again i wasn't gonna post it #but i've been juggling enough wips quietly and i like this anyway so whatever lol #mostly laughing and playing w/ colours. cos i gotta

[wattemeer]

:3

#my art #kagehina #haikyuu!! #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #some wips or whatever

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

#mlp #celestia #fanart #my art #wip #the grand galloping 20s #delete later #look at me fucking smart guy signed up for 4 art classes in one quarter #so now i have 4 concurrent art/film/creative writing projects going on at the same fucking time #taking bets on how fast i burn out #anyways the idea behind the faces is the front face is the surface. it displays whatever emotions celestia intends when she's in control. #the two side faces––sadness and anger––are sides of her she has less control over. i drew all 3 faces active for the exploration #but in reality only 1 is active at a time. the others will either close their eyes or go catatonic like a puppet or doll #the final face on the back of the head is the deep subconscious. every ugly and violent and hateful thought and emotion #that lies buried under the surface. celestia has no control over that side of her. if she ever wakes

[g0dspeeed]

WIP WHATEVER

Why finish any of my WIPs when I can run with a new one? Just some River Palmer in a tac vest because I love torturing myself with rendering

And a track for the Golden Boy of the Whitetail Militia:

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton , @adelaidedrubman , @josephseedismyfather , @simplegenius042 , @direwombat ♥️

Taggin' @gaeadene , @schoute , @noodlecupcakes , @voidika , @v0idbuggy , @cassietrn , @inafieldofdaisies , @ivymarquis , @onehornedbeast , @ladyoriza

#wip whatever #Spotify

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever!

Hello! I was tagged by the amazing @elfinismsarts, @archangelsunited and @ladytanithia!! Thank you friends! I am tagging the most esteemed @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @viss-and-pinegar, @greyborn2, @saltymaplesyrup, @kookaburra1701, @gilgamish, @polypolymorph and @rhiannon1199!! If I didn't tag you, consider yourself tagged and tag me back!

Below the cut for small slices of three projects!

First up, a small piece of my upcoming Ondolemar fic, Recurse.

“S-sorry,” Varlais complained. He was flat on his back, staring up into the ceiling where the lamp, if that’s what it was, flared. He sat up gingerly and leaned heavily on Ondolemar’s shoulder. The bad one, of course. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Why in Aetherius do you insist on touching anything in this Godsforsaken place? Considering everything was looted, you’d think there’d be a reason these things were still here, perfectly organized,” Ondolemar said. He checked the thing one last time. There was still nothing of note, no obvious secret, no etchings or engravings – nothing. Dwemeri magic would remain a mystery, its creators gone on the winds like ash over Morrowind – or worse. “Here. You’ve won a prize for your incompetency.” He handed the cube to Varlais. “We need to keep moving. If anything is sneaking around in here, they’d have heard that absolute racket you had no problem making.” “I said I was sorry.”

Next Up, Untitled Sequel to Little Dragon.

Teldryn looked up from the book he was reading aloud – Kolb & the Dragon – for perhaps the hundredth time this month. It amused Anisa, even though he half-wondered if she couldn’t by now read it herself. In her place where she had been sat the last he checked, muddy footprints trailed out instead. Two sets. Which meant Anisa and her mudcrab were wandering back and forth between the backyard and her room. He sighed and set the book on the arm of his chair. So much for keeping the nonsense to a minimum. “Hl’aka?” Teldryn called. There was a burbling of several languages that echoed across the house in response. Then, of course, the chitinous chittering of Cara, always throwing his two Septims in. He stepped gingerly around the mess they’d created and popped into the little room Nyenna had fashioned for her long ago. This, too, was in shambles. The mudcrab was wearing the blanket Nyenna had quilted herself like an overlarge cape as Anisa tossed her things around the room, searching for something Teldryn couldn’t discern. She muttered to Cara in Bosmeris and wandered past him, the mudcrab clattering by, nearly knocking Teldryn over. He didn’t seem concerned. The blanket, not at all secured, dragged out behind Cara, through the mess, until it fell off, covering the footprints like a poorly placed rug. Teldryn shook his head and sighed again. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. He glanced out of the side door. There was a fenced in yard with a small pond Athis had built once Cara had more than tripled in size and could no longer scuttle about in the fish tank. They were safe, making mud pies and generally being children. He caught himself. Cara was a mudcrab, not a child. Or perhaps Anisa was also a mudcrab. He grinned and started picking up after the two of them, keeping an eye as he moved through the house following the path of destruction.

*Chara is Gaelic Bosmeris for "Friend" and also Anisa's mudcrab's name lol.

And last up, a piece of Chapter 29 of The World on Our Shoulders.

Teldryn nodded. He’d noticed as much. “Watch out for him and send for me if it ends up anything like last time, when Ildari���well, you remember.” “I remember,” Talvas said, voice drifting off as he grimaced. Teldryn took the tea and made to turn around, but Talvas cleared his throat. “Remind me…why do we still put up with all of this?” Teldryn wasn’t sure if he’d said it to himself or if it was a valid question. Or more like a bout of existential dread. “Because we know how bad it can be if we don’t stay.” He didn’t mean to sound ominous, but it was true. Talvas had no idea the depth of exactly what Teldryn was implying. He was barely a decade older than Nyenna. He’d been so young when Ildari had…passed. He’d not seen the worst of that, either. Talvas paused. “It’s not really our responsibility, though, is it?” Teldryn thought back to something Varona had said, right before the heart stone experiment. “That man is going to kill himself one day, and take the rest of us with him.” Even she was too young to know how true the statement was. That pursuit of power untempered by other purpose was perhaps more dangerous than anything else. But he was better than that. Teldryn knew it. He’d seen the difference. “It doesn’t have to be in order for something to be worth doing. Plus, you’re Telvanni. There really isn’t a better teacher if you intend to make a name for yourself,” Teldryn said, partially deflecting. He warmed Neloth’s tea again with a weak Flames spell. Talvas sighed. “If there’s anything left of me to make a name of,” he said, voice wistful.

#MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Teldryn #Teldryn Sero #Talvas #Neloth #Ondolemar #Varlais #Linare Varlais #Skyrim #Skyrim fic #elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #writblr #fanficblr #writeblr #WIP Whenever #WIP Whatever #WIP Wednesday

[ploppymeep]

dooble..

#the bottom one is a wip.. will color later #whatever… #my art #elric #elric of melnibone #elric of melniboné #elric saga #eternal champion #michael moorcock

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Some WIPs that i probably wont ever finish :)

I wanted to post a couple of these so i tried to scrap together as many WIPs as i could, but most of my WIP’s are just a circle and a torso rectangle, so not very good for sharing i dont think.

I do have a couple long comics that ive abandoned though… maybe i should breathe more life into those……

#maybe i shouldve made sabo into a snake instead #ehh whatever #my art #one piece #monkey d. luffy #sabo #asl brothers #one piece fan art #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary #my wips #op koala

[mlarty]

Marrow brings you a snack

#wip #bg3 #dark urge #durge oc #marrow #doodle #when Bhaal was creating her in his cauldron or whatever a cat must have slipped in

[avephelis]

found these things in my basement so i cleaned them up a little bit and now they've started committing medical malpractice

#jrwi #the suckening #viv weylin #vex weylin #viv and vex #the weylin twins #jrwi viv #jrwi vex #avepharts #so many tags for them. whatever. #this is actually a wip i abandoned like a month ago which i decided to clean up i dunno. #poor background has been through more than the ghouls at this point #tw blood #idrk how to tag this one chief