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ecomoe · 2 years

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more wips jskjkanfd I’m never gonna end up finishing past wips at this point lmfao

#more wips to add to the pile #smh #i really like this one #sneak peak #small preview #sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #digital art #rough sketch #comic preview

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tuilere · 1 year

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Finally finished my Lúthien embroidery!! Took about forever but now I can actually wear my jacket :D

#i wanna add more but also dont want to put it back in wip pile 🙃#silmarillion #luthien #tolkien #embroidery #denim jacket #i promise its central lol

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gaydexvocaloid · 2 months

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i love yuu

#yuu zola project #zola project #zola project yuu #vocaloid #wip #i know thsi is my millionth wip and i know i have more to finish but..#i drew this while really ill and i can’t help but add more onto him..#i rlly do need to finish everything else tho i have piling up #i finished the kaito art it’s just the others i have..#the miodio zola designs have got me motivated to draw zola project ouurygggg #still hate how i draw side views ugghhhh #srry if u can’t read the text very well #i hope u can tell i love yuu very much by reading the text tho…#if possible..#and i love zola project very much ouuurggg #i have a million head canons im just not sure ppl care so i don’t rlly mention them unless they relate with the art..

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mid-nightowl · 6 months

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for the ask game: dickjay in reincarnated character + immortal au pls!!

hi waffle!! you literally gave me an au i've never thought about writing in my entire life lmaoooo

so *cracks knuckles* let's get into itttttttt

Dick is the immortal of the two. But like, not in a very voluntary way? For this AU, I would imagine Dick is the original Talon for the Court in the 1600s. Obviously his body would deteriorate over time or just be too butchered in fights to be salvageable, so they stick him on ice and switch his “mind and soul” over to another (a blood relative and maybe later on clones when the technology is established, but he always refers to himself as Dick or Talon). We’ll say the Court can do this via magical god shenanigans. Jason is the reincarnation. So, every third generation the Gunn family somehow gives birth to a boy (aka Jason) but otherwise only have girls. (Short note: we’re going to make Catherine the Gunn relative instead of Willis for this AU).

Jason and Dick grew up together, either same age or close in age. Played together as kids, caused trouble together as teenagers, and fell in love as young adults. And then Dick disappears, forcibly becoming the court’s Talon because it’s his “familial duty.” Jason tears Gotham apart looking for his lost love, uncovering corruption and capturing criminals in the process of digging up evidence of the Court, and he becomes somewhat of a folk hero as time passes.

Unfortunately, the Court knows Dick is too attached to Jason and Jason’s on a mission, he won’t stop until he finds Dick and stops them. Not sure how we’d get to the next point but basically, Dick is forced to kill Jason for the Court and Jason vows on his dying breath he’ll free Dick from them because Dick was the only one who cared about Jason, who loved Jason despite his flaws and his bad blood. I imagine the Court had captured Jason and brought him to their secret lair or wherever they keep their god, and because Jason made that vow with his last breath, his blood and Dick's tears staining the stone entombing a god, an entity of magic and promises, it gave Jason (and Dick's unspoken hope) his wish. But with a twist.

Henceforth, every three generations the Gunn family has a son. A son who is almost always baptized as Jason. The Court tries often to kill him as a child, especially once they realize Jason as an adult always digs his claws into the Court and tries to drag them into the light. What the Court doesn’t realize, is that Jason only reincarnates if Dick, if Talon, kills him. This could go either way: only Jason knows Dick has to kill him to be reincarnated and try again, and has to orchestrate his plans and strategies around either winning or having Dick kill him OR only Dick knows and he has to make sure the Court sends him to kill Jason, knowing Jason will only come back if Dick’s the one who does the deed, Dick who can never truly help the man he loves free him from the Court.

The Court often gets what they want over the centuries, however, and Jason dies before he can truly stop them or save Dick. Over and over again, throughout the centuries and the bodies, Dick kills Jason and Jason comes back to save him. I think eventually it would end when Jason is adopted by Bruce Wayne aka Batman and together (maybe alongside Commish and a Batgirl), Jason is finally able to stop the Court and save Dick. And Jason and Dick can finally live, love, and grow old together :)

#ask game #these are very long facts omg #so sorry #i am cursed to be long-winded im afraid #the game is really helping get the writing gears turning thou lmao #guess this is an immortal + reincarnated au with a court of owls au sprinkled in #thanks for the ask waffle!!!! appreciate you<3 <3 <3 #waffleinator-inator #okay i think i have a lot more thoughts about this actually #might have to add it to the wip pile 👀#dickjay #dickjay au #jaydick

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buryam-soul · 1 month

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holy trinity of cyhaino friendgroups: girls' night (desert gang), guys' night (4ggravate), and work night (with nahida and wanderer, whatever those four are called (in my head they're akademiya quartet))

#is this anything. i kinda wanted to make a silly drawing of this but i'm still going through my wip pile and don't wanna add more yet #bonus: girls' night 2 (victory feast crew)#i'm not gonna maintag this shh i just felt the need to lovingly say shit before i go do smth else

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tamagoneko · 24 days

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AAAAAAAAAaaaaaa! head is full to many ideas!!

#its fine..#ill just add more to the wip pile..#girl help!#🥲

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 6 months

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i have 19 tabs of fic open rn

did I do any of my assignment that I said I would work on today?

#i opened the assignment document UP #that is as far as I got #but reading about deep throating joel in the middle of a halloween party is more pressing at the moment #may or may not also be cooking up for fic ideas to add to the pile of WIPs I got going on

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seiya-starsniper · 1 year

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im so sad to see smurch ending they were so good 😭😩

Awww thank you anon, I'm so glad you enjoyed them! 💖💖 I hope you got to check out some other writer's amazing fills too!

I am also sad to see smurch go, but!!! I grew attached to a few of the prompts and I am going to be gauging interest to see if anyone wants to see some of them continued into full fledged fics, so stay tuned for a tumblr poll in the near future!

#seiya talks #seiya answers #smurch #smut march #I already have a dozen or so wips what is one more to add to the pile #cara may or may not also have prompts for april that I want to try my hand at ahahaha #dreamling

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mimi-ya · 2 years

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just wanted to ty for guilty pleasures with zoro and orbit with shanks, they're some of my favorites! hope you're doing well!

you’re so sweet!

but wait a minute…

have you been reading my mind?? lol! both of those specific fics have been my like, nighttime falling asleep thoughts about making a second part recently! now let me dump my ideas on you about them.

for guilty pleasure i’ve been thinking a lot about a spicy follow up of zoro reading these books and wanting to reenact his favorite scenes! 😂 or maybe get reader to read them out loud to him… 😳

and as for orbit, i just fucking love shanks. and obvi the man loses his arm and compass. so imagine reader getting all annoyed your pirate soulmate is out there becoming an emperor and has the audacity to not have come back to you for a rematch??? like, you totally pinned him last time (hehe 👀) anyway, now you have to take it upon yourself to hunt down that dumbass

#thoughts???#just some more wip to add to the indefinite pile 😭#mimi answers

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obscurism · 2 years

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So my brain is OBSESSED right now with Anna being with a smaller woman.

Big wife/small wife scenario.

And the concept of killing for small wife? For anyone who dares touch what's hers? Simply chefs kiss 🤌

#anna the huntress #the huntress #the huntress dbd #love the concept of possessiveness and i think i'm going to explore that more #i already have so many wips so let's just add another to the pile

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natsubun · 2 years

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Kazunari eats a star.

Kazunari liked to think that he wasn’t all that bad of a person.

Yeah, he made mistakes, and yeah, he was just bullshitting his way through life at this point. Wake up, go to class, greet some friends, agree to a mixer or two – over and over again. Like clockwork.

And you know what? He was absolutely fine with it.

Bullshit or not, it was his life. His. No one else’s.

Over and over again, until his very last breath.

He grimaced as the constant ticking of the clock on the wall filled his empty apartment, the echoes vibrating his ribs and numbing his skull. Tick tock, bitch, it told him, like it was pressing down on his chest and scalding his lungs. Time’s almost up.

He resisted the urge to turn and tell it to shut up. He knew. He had known for so long now, for what seemed like eons and eons that stretched across the very concept of time-space itself. Not that time-space or whatever could help him now, but he’d be damned to not at least drag its name.

My life, he thought as the sky outside darkened and the air turned stale. No one else’s.

And, he reflected as he bit down on the trembling piece of pure light, it would continue to be his for–

Well. For as long as the light didn’t overtake his heart. Probably.

…Kazunari liked to think that he wasn’t all that bad of a person. But today, just for today, he was the worst person alive.

#yeah okay *adds wip to pile*#vaguely inspired by howl's moving castle #probably won't do anything more with this but yeah #kazunari miyoshi #(sorry for making you suffer buddy)#tsubun-writing #if you saw me upload this earlier then delete it then upload it *again* to try and organize my site tags no you didnt

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lunafresas · 2 months

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wip

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chaosnebula · 3 months

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Started the epilogue for the Hidden Treasures DLC and oh my goodness is the hanging out scene cute. It just further reinforced my headcannon that my trainer is in a big policule with Nemona, Arven, and Penny.

Scarlet/Violet really has been the best game so far.

#chaosrambles #adds more pokemon wips to the wip pile

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mirror-to-the-past · 5 months

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"Where the Wind Takes the Pages"

Genshin Impact Fanfiction

Post 3.3 Archon Quest: "Inversion of Genesis;" elements from Kazuha's Story Quest as well as some previous flagship events are included (Parade of Providence, Summertime Odyssey)

2.7k current total word count; Multi-Chapter

Kazuha & Wanderer|Scaramouche; Some elements of Kazuha/Wanderer|Scaramouche

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"I’m usually one to speak my poetry to the air, rather that commit it to pen and paper..."

Kazuha's travels, documented in a journal he happened upon. His travels, thoughts, and experiences are written therein.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #kaedehara kazuha #scaramouche #it only took me three years to start posting fic for this game 😅- time to add more WIPs to the pile #I say 'more character studies than romance' but tbh that's HOW I write my romances so haha

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thethirdromana · 1 year

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ooo i concur, it's such a good idea for jonathan to start healing from his traumatic experience with the count through the other guys

Maybe this is a fic all on its own...

#asks #my fanfiction #guess that's one more wip to add to the pile #with all the other wips

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fayes-fics · 4 months

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A Welcome Intrusion

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A drunken Bridgerton in the wrong room could be the start of something...

Warnings: none really... flirtatious drunken fluff, meet-cute.

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: This idea has been lingering in my "wtf is this" pile of scenes I sometimes scribble down idly. I decided to add a little polish and make it a little one-shot, as I could not see it having a natural home in my other WIPs. I also have vague plans to do the same scene setup with Anthony as a character study of how their reactions would differ. Unbetaed. I hope you enjoy <3

You are sleeping fitfully - a stifling summer night makes even a thin cotton sheet too much to bear on your overheated skin - when your bedroom is rudely invaded.

In your half-awake, bleary state, you are not even certain someone is in the room at first, your back being turned to the door. Indeed, it’s only when the mattress dips that you truly startle. You freeze, facing away, completely uncertain what to do with a stranger perched on the edge of your bed.

Behind you, you hear someone undressing haphazardly, Clothing hitting the rug in soft whumps. Bile rises in your throat when the effort-filled grunt while doing so is decidedly male.

There is a triumphant noise, and then a body flops back onto the mattress with a self-satisfied chuckle. After a few beats, all is still, and you steel yourself to speak.

“Kind sir,” you murmur, not daring to move, clinging to the far side, “please leave my room.”

There is a decidedly undignified squeal of shock, more akin to a young girl, him flipping over onto all fours next to you, the movement causing you to turn over in equal surprise.

You both stare at each other as if burned; you clutch the bedding high around your neck as he pants lightly, recovering from the apparent scare you gave him, his breath carrying the rich aroma of expensive brandy. In the shaft of moonlight leaking through the curtains, you see the curve of his cheekbone, the sharp line of his jaw. Whoever he is, he is very pretty. Very drunk, yes. But very pretty, too.

“What in god’s name are you doing in my bed?” he demands, sounding alarmed but mildly slurred with intoxication.

“You are in my bed!” you squeak back, knuckles tightening around the sheet you hold, even as your traitorous eyes roam lower, entirely without meaning to. A slice of lithe, freckled chest muscle flexing over ribs as he draws heavy breaths makes something deep inside you quake. You quickly dart your eyes back up to his face.

“I think not! This has been my bedroom since I was three years old!” he attests with the blithe certainty alcohol provides.

Oh, so he must be a Bridgerton. That is perhaps an easy guess, seeing as you are staying at Aubrey Hall ahead of tomorrow’s midsummer Hearts and Flowers Ball.

“I don’t think they would assign a family bedroom to a guest,” you answer with a flare of sass.

“Yes, I quite agree. That’s why you should not be here,” he huffs indignantly.

“I was shown here by the head housemaid. That is my trunk there, the footmen brought in,” you point out, gesturing across the room.

He seems to ignore your argument but suddenly swings around almost violently, looking at the room.

“I don’t have that on my wall,” he frowns at a sizeable floral painting over a dresser.

“Maybe because this isn’t actually your bedroom?” you volley back with uncharacteristic brashness, likely a reaction to his presence affecting you the longer he remains.

He whips back and narrows his eyes at you. “Did Anthony put you up to this? Or Colin? Change my room around and hide you in my bed to fool me? Are you some doxy?”

“How dare you, sir!!” you blanche, horrified at his coarse language and that he could think you are any sort of woman of such low morals.

“My sincerest apologies,” he immediately looks thoroughly contrite. “You do appear far too well-bred to be such. But it still does not explain your presence in my room.”

“No, it does not,” you answer through gritted teeth, annoyance flaring at his continued erroneous insistence. “And that is because this is not your room…. dunderhead!”

The ferocity with which you spit the last word has his face morphing into one of befuddled incredulity, a single eyebrow arching.

“Sorry, that was impertinent of me,” you flush, dropping your gaze ashamed.

No!” he rushes out, “I… I liked it,” the confession apparently takes him by surprise as much as it does you, judging by his confused frown at his own words.

But then he seems to shrug and nod decisively as if agreeing with himself before he looks back to you, shifting so the light colour of his eyes catches the moonbeam.

“Who are you?” he inquires, cocking his head to the side.

“Miss y/l/n,” you respond.

“I’m Benedict…”

“...BrIdgerton,” you finish for him. “I assume, based on the fact you have a childhood bedroom here.”

He laughs; a rich, resonant sound that makes your insides jolt.

“Indeed,” he smiles, the ivory of his teeth catching the light. Again, you are drawn to how pretty he seems to be. “I am… quite intoxicated, Miss y/l/n”, he confesses, clutching a hand to his chest as if holding a doffed cap, “‘tis entirely possible I am indeed not in the correct bedroom.”

“I would venture that to be the correct assessment,” you offer with a meek smile.

“I sincerely apologise, yet again,” his face contrite as he shuffles into a kneeling position, his palms resting upturned on his thighs as if seeking forgiveness.

The problem is all your eyes can do is slide down his bare torso, lingering in places they shouldn’t—like the swell of his pectorals, the dip of his waist, and the pull of material at the junction of his thighs just a few inches above where his palms rest….

“I suppose it is only fair I let you look, seeing as I so rudely interrupted your sleep,” he comments dryly.

Your eyes jerk back to his face, met with a pointedly raised eyebrow and a knowing crooked smirk. You feel your cheeks aflame and bow your head, biting your lip, knowing you have been thoroughly caught in your ogling.

“I… I apologise, sir,” you mumble quietly, “I… I have not seen a man without a shirt before…” you admit in a whisper.

“And do you like what you see?” he teases, tone etched with beguiling menace, his mouth twisted into an intrigued pout as you dare to raise your gaze again.

“I… I…,” you falter, knowing that admitting such would be scandalous.

“Your secret is safe with me, Miss y/l/n,” he winks, “and I hope I am forgiven.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you bustle out, tugging the bedding high under your chin again, wanting desperately to conceal the flush you know is creeping over your skin with every second spent in his half-naked presence.

“I suppose I should take my leave,” he sighs, his cadence reluctant, perhaps hoping you will dispute his assessment.

“That would be… the most prudent course of action,” you nod even though your fingertips itch to grab his hand and ask him to stay for reasons you don’t entirely understand.

He slides off the bed and scoops up his discarded shirt, a moderately unsteady gait as he tugs it back onto his body.

“Goodnight, Miss y/l/n,” he bows with a touch of comedic chivalry before he takes his leave. You cannot help but stare at his shapely rear as he walks towards the door.

“Goodnight, Mr Bridgerton,” you call softly, and before you can stop yourself, more words are spilling from your lips, something about this man making you daring. “I do so hope you will offer me a dance at the ball tomorrow to make amends for this intrusion.”

Even you are astounded by your words. Benedict pauses, his hand frozen on the door handle as he turns back around slowly, his mien surprised.

“It would be my pleasure,” he rumbles after a pause, a tingle running through your being.

“Until tomorrow, Mr Bridgerton,” you offer, heart pounding.

“Until tomorrow indeed, Miss y/l/n,” the velvet of his voice tickling your skin long after the door snicks closed behind him.

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