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#HERES LIKE SOME OF MY WIPS I GUESS?
o-kai · 1 year
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Rainmaster WIP
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caelanglang · 1 year
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first verse . seven cuts .
I hope to bring this out of wip jail soon…
song: THE LONELIEST - Måneskin
messiest storyboards that I am not doing properly bc I suck pls don’t be like me…
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also animated another dead character breathing yahoo
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arinmoss · 11 months
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Lilith wip (he/him!)
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RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence
Tagged by @alittleflashvibe thank you! I am very excited to read your fic from that sentence. I haven't done mountains and mountains of writing for the past few days (having a break after somehow managing to get those other fics done), but I have finally had an idea for the Wally Fic! Still a little bit between what I have and the part I've just written, but I am having Ideas so here's a sentence:
“Time is a gift,” Henry said.
Tagging @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @shrinkthisviolet @angst-is-love-angst-is-life @kitkatt0430 @ftl-faster-than-life @simpledontmeanpeachy if you'd like?
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mell0bee · 8 months
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yall really liked this scene last wip wednesday so here have another little bit of it
edit: heres the link :]
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keeps-ache · 4 days
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ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]
#just me hi#i'm going to get right back to it but i need to complain or i'll turn into a stale loaf of Bread lmao :3👍#so here it is. why's it gotta be so hard hhghfh#okay buildings suck i hate buildings. but also they don't make me want to immediately explode at the merest hint of actually drawing them#vehicles?? Vehicles ???? i am going to just. what if i just put everyone in magical cardboard boxes and did that huh. what is the point !!#i have to draw motorcyclessss and carssssss and i'm okay with bikes to a degree actually <3 and horsessssssss and truckssssssssssss#god forbid you pick an older model with like 20 articles on it cuz most of them are going to only have a side profile and 3/4s view of that#dang thing. which yea sounds manageable 'why is this a problem keeps' i cannot properly see the FRONT#i have to guess?? i have to Guess ???? my dearest wish i think i'm just going to live in the sewers. with the sewer creatures#GGHHHHHHHHHHHH#i am going to practice drawing this stupid thing that i'm going to use for like 7 panels MAX and then i'm going to commit a FOUL crime. lik#rearranging someone's usual playlist without them knowing so they're confused every time they listen to it afterwards#//okay enough of that. we're good hbfhsfh :3#i have done other things today ! i've actually made a rough timeline for pi.e so thaaaat's cool :D#that and found a cool artist to follow on pillowfort. i. forgor their user but they have cool art .w.#/also i'm past the halfway mark on this first chapter which is !!!#i don't want to jinx myself cuz i know i'm really good at that hfhsv - but i think i'll start storyboarding the next part if i can get a#couple more pages done :D#//also the cowboy au grows stronger everyday hhhgfshvbh#i kind of knew some sort of au was inevitable but i did not think it would be an old west one loll :3#still trying to figure out the logistics#i wanna find some good historical fiction from those eras (1860s-70s) but i do not have the brain space for it rn fbhs - so this will do :>#it won't have any of the magic or gods i think bc of that but i'm having fun regardless :D#it Does have some occult though. because i was playing the story for my brother and i Do enjoy scaring him hhbvhfhsfvh#there are devils on the ranch!! or are they devils?? he hasn't gotten that far yet lol :>#//i also may have some sort of weird lean towards the spooky because Somehow each of my stories end up containing some sort of thriller#element?? lmao rip my siblings#but it never happens on purpose. again; rip my siblings hfhhvsh#//oo running out of tag space lol <//3#i shall return. probably with more wip stuff cuz i started like 4 canvases in 2 days hhghghdvs - toodles !!
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vonlipvig · 10 days
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new magazine cover feat. this slutty bitch coming!!
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hungrydolphin91 · 1 year
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typos and 3-AM-notes from my WIPs (colorized)
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chornayadrakoshig · 3 months
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+ of organising all the writing projects in notion: I have an aesthetic todo list!
- of organising all the writing projects in notion: a have a fucking todo list and all my 12 unfinished project are staring in my soul
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whump-queen · 2 years
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Content: angst, self-worth issues, mentions of abusive relationships & domestic violence, mental illness probably.
The air was stuffy when they walked in. With no one home to open the windows, the air in the empty rooms had long since staled days ago.
They left their bags at the door and walked through, opening the windows in every room.
They knew they’d eventually have to come back here.
That didn’t make it hurt any less.
They tried hard not to think as they slid each window open, but the memories were knocking and prying at the threshold of their subconscious—lapping and licking behind their eyes like floodwater.
The bedroom hurt the most.
Everything smelled like them.
Unhealthy, their friends had called it. Abusive. Toxic. But to them, it hardly ever felt that way.
No, if they were honest, they missed the way things were back then. When there was always someone to call out to, someone to vent about their day, the feeling of whumper’s arms wrapped around them when they held them tight.
And the way they’d laugh.
God, no one else could make them laugh like that.
And sure, the hours whumpee had spent on the bathroom floor, trying to cry silently enough that they wouldn’t be heard, biting down into their hand hard enough to draw blood—
Sure, those memories were probably real too.
But they didn’t feel all that real, not anymore.
All they could think of as they passed through the rooms were the times they’d laughed so hard their stomach hurt, the time they’d covered the entire floor in wrapping paper and bows and presents last Christmas.
How whumper taught them to wrap things nicely.
How to crease the corners.
How kind, and how patient they’d been.
But Whumper—they were human too, weren’t they? Weren’t they allowed to make mistakes?
Whumpee knew that they themselves had made so many—they’d stayed up at night listing them all. Surely then, whumper should be allowed a few too, right?
It was too late, though, wasn’t it. They were gone now, and whumpee should be happy.
“Keep the place to yourself”, their friends had said, “that’ll show them.”
But was it worth it? Was it worth it if everything still hurt? If every room still smelled like them and every object was a memory that wrapped itself around Whumpee’s heart and squeezed like a boa constrictor, until they felt they couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, until they felt their heart might stop altogether.
And now they were in the bathroom again, curled up in their familiar spot on the floor. No need to cry silently anymore, for there was no one around to hear them.
Was this really any better? They’d done it, done what their friends wanted, what their family wanted, what they even thought they’d wanted and, what was it all for?
They’re still here. Still crying. But now, there was no one. No one to scoop them up off the bathroom floor, no one to go to for a hug, no one to hold them until they fell asleep, no one to see in the morning.
And really, they hadn’t minded the bruises so much, they really hadn’t. It felt like the least they deserved, right then.
Whatever thread Whumpee had been hanging by had snapped, and regret flooded their body like a tidal wave. God, they wished they hadn’t done it. They’d take it all back, they’d take comfort, they’d take pain, they’d take anything at all just to hear them laugh again, to feel the warmth of those arms around them again.
They stayed curled up there, on the cold tile, for god knew how long, until the tears wouldn’t fall anymore and they just felt numb. Eyes open, staring at nothing.
And there was nothing, no one, to bring them out of it this time.
This was all there was now. To exist. To live as a husk, floating through the hollowed out shell of their former life.
Whumpee woke up hours later, still curled up and shaking on the bathroom tile.
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thea-apianae · 4 months
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when he died my beloved ❤️
ft teto synthv and the weird midi arrange i've been poking at for a few weeks now
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booperbeanv3 · 2 years
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you know the line
transparent kazuma and original under cut
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because i did not spend 4 hours rendering this stupid fucker just for the details to be covered by whisper text okay
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starswallowingsea · 1 year
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8, 22, 49 eichi and tsumugi!
i got the nine of cups, five of swords, and the nine of swords (fucking AGAIN) so uhm. angst i guess.
disclaimer i havent read most ! era stories with them i kinda just wrote what came to mind from what I do know but if anything doesnt match with canon. yeah.
word count: 546
It was so easy for Tsumugi to get caught up in Eichi’s plans. Eichi was addicting, like a drug slowly sapping the life from Tsumugi, but he made him feel oh so good. 
Tsumugi wasn’t sure what exactly brought them together. They couldn’t have been more opposite. Eichi was charismatic and born into a rich family and Tsumugi hid in the background and grew up attending tupperware parties for his mother. Eichi was beautiful beyond words and Tsumugi was painfully average. 
Eichi should have been out of his reach and yet…Tsumugi found himself sitting besides Eichi in the hospital, discussing plans for their restructuring of Yumenosaki, song lyrics and melodies, and their futures. 
Eichi was desperately in love with Wataru and Tsumugi knew this. He could never compete for that attention, but he hoped that maybe just for a moment he might be able to take Eichi’s full attention. Just once was all he asked for. 
Days turned to weeks turned to months and Tsumugi stuck with Eichi through it all, pulling all-nighters at the hospital and at the school to make sure things ran as smoothly as they could. Keito had asked if he was okay, though Keito and his seven cans of red bull didn’t have much room to talk. 
It seemed that every step Tsumugi tried to take forward, to just hold Eichi’s hand in his own and feel his warmth, Eichi took two steps away, towards a different future. 
So when the day came and fine as they knew it had been disbanded, Tsumugi couldn’t say he was entirely shocked. It had been a long time coming. As soon as the five eccentrics had their social executions on the stage then fine would be no more. There would be no use for the unit to exist in the way it had. 
Eichi said some platitudes which Tsumugi accepted with a smile on his face, just letting the words move in one ear and out the other. 
And then Eichi grabbed his hand. 
Oh god, Eichi grabbed his hand and was he squeezing it? Why would he-- 
“Are you okay, Tsumugi?” he sounded concerned. 
How should he answer? He can’t be honest, can he? Yeah, I’m just trying not to freak out because I’ve been longing for you to notice me like this just once let me be the only thing you think about. I’m not okay actually. I’m so hopelessly in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself. 
You’re like a drug and I can’t bear to stop taking my daily dose of you.
“I’m fine, Eichi-kun. Don’t worry about it.” 
He smiled and Eichi squeezed his hand one more time before dropping it. 
“I’m glad, my little bluebird.” 
Tsumugi fought to keep the warmth from his cheeks at the modification of his nickname. 
“Y-yeah…” 
He didn’t want to go. He desperately wanted to stay, to take one last deep breath of Eichi before they parted ways. 
Sure, he’d still see the other boy at school on his good days, and there was nothing in particular stopping him from seeing him in the hospital on his bad days, but it wouldn’t be the same. 
“Well, I’ll be seeing you around I suppose. Take care, Tsumugi.” 
“Take care, Eichi-kun.” 
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positivelyghastly · 1 year
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So I’m uh… drawing a little something👀
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gummybugg · 11 months
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Happy WBW!
Tell me more about those mutations in Crater City. How are they contracted, how do they impact people, etc. However much you feel like sharing!
Hello, thanks for the ask!
Oh, the Mutations. As scary as it sounds, I take some inspiration from real life and try to gain a Better understanding of the possible effects of radiation/toxic waste on an area for a certain amount of time.
Yes, Crater City was indeed created by the impact of a missle of sorts. Fired Accidentally, in fact (Now, can you see why Darcy believes that humanity is too dumb to control themselves?). In other news, Mars Lake was inspired by Lake Karachay, I believe.
With that in mind, there's a lot to consider about the Impact of radiation on such an area over such-and-such years: natural resources, plants, animals, humans.... Very much! And it does enrapture me, yes. I'm working on expanding my worldbuilding once I get the time. I work very backwards and side to side (not sure how Obvious or not that is).
One thing I can confirm for sure is that the mental states of Crater City's citizens is not at Tip-top Performance, except for Darcy and Frasier, really. (Darcy has a Resistance to many of radiation's effects, while Frasier remained indoors for much of his life.)
Most of the Effects of radiation citizens will experience firsthand include the fanatics who spread the word of the magical Mars Lake (which will get their own side plot, yes), quirky 2-headed possums, and plants that disintegrate into black dust when you touch them. Oh, and Invincible black mold. Blair has a bad case of that in his apartment, which he needs to evacuate soon, or else he'll get sick!
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ickypuppi3 · 2 years
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Hey, I need a full, like, 30k+ fic of nasty!Steve. Please and thank you. I will send all my love and money.
It's Steve being an ass out of fear and Billy not caring too much to start with because he's just enjoying the tease of him. And then Steve being an ass because he enjoys the power, he sees Billy wanting it more and he starts to enjoy it more with less fear but he still needs to feel a control so he's a little cruel, baits him and toys with him. And Billy starting to feel it but still not wanting to give this up, goes along with it.
And then maybe eventually he draws a line and Steve gets angry and fearful and mean, maybe messes with another guy in a way so that Billy finds out to make him jealous or finds out Billy is messing around with someone else and he starts trying to take them away, but when it pushes Billy further and he gets cold with Steve, he realises he's just hurt and starts to crawl back a little sweeter when he realises he misses Billy and not just what they were doing.
Or maybe Steve just realises he wants to hang out with Billy and not always be doing something, just be around him, talking and laughing and just leaning against him whilst they smoke or watch tv, with no other agenda. And it's difficult and he missteps a lot but they get there and he realises all the shit he done to Billy and starts trying to make up for it, being kinder and sweeter and caring and the way hes been with other partners before, and Billy is overwhelmed with getting what he wanted deep down. Maybe it's hard to navigate and he doesn't react well, scared to give in to it just for Steve to return to that cruel way before? But Steve doesn't. He deals with his issues and communicates more, cares openly with Billy. And Billy starts to learn to believe in his own self-worth and when he struggles, Steve makes sure to help him know it. And they actually start being happy.
I just love what you've done and how you write it, but i hate how it's consumed me and its the only type of relationship I wanna read right now.
I'll live for any little mentions of your nasty!Steve though. Thank you ❤️
genuinely so surprised that people like this whole asshole steve thing ?? but i’m living for it because SAME it’s all i can think about rn.. literal brain rot over over this
and god i love all of this !! it hurts so bad and i love it </3
i kinda don’t consider myself ‘a fic writer’ i’m ngl & i only really post stuff on here rn (apart from like two fics on ao3 that i’m not willing to discuss /hj) & idk if i could promise a whole fic to be completely honest because my brain simply does not work properly & i have the attention span/memory capacity of a goldfish (no joke)
however !! if i do write something longer then i’ll keep this in mind !! i do still have another ask(s ?) to answer about the sad boys dynamic so there’ll be more of me talking about them anyway dw
& my ask box is always open for prompts, suggestions etc etc i love it all (even if i do take ten years to answer i’m sorry) so !! yeah <3
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how i look when i think about this dynamic btw just for a visual - it feels fitting
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