#wip sharing

@balrogballs tagged me for wip wednesday and I went “shoot, what can i share that’s presentable”! i’ve been on a kick of trying to learn new art techniques, but the results have been … highly variable 😓

here are 1.) an isildur-at-the-gladden-fields i’ve been fiddling with for MONTHS since @southaway gave me permission to borrow their incredible design, 2.) an aerin “firing the hall”, 3.) silmarillion concept cover art design, 4.) elwing and 5.) gwindor reuniting with finduilas: both in “help i am trying to learn animation and it’s very hard” edition

I just started a new Einrich x RT fic, A Hymn Written in Fire and Blood! It explores my RT Madwen and her relationship with her Infernus Master from her POV and the POV of her subjects, from bridge officers to the workers. Here's an excerpt from a chapter that I'm not quite sure where to put yet. Have some R18/NSFW gossip about the Rogue Trader's dirty laundry 👀 Gently tagging @ravelsquadespresso @amadicah @redstairs and everyone else who wants to share their WIPs! 💖

Chapter ?: Dirty Laundry

The laundry hab’s air was damp and warm, saturated with the chemical smell of soap that permeated the plasteel walls. A chorus of laundresses were humming, gossiping, or yelling out orders. Uniforms of midship officers were dunked into vats full of lye, suds covering the dry and cracked hands of the women who worked the stains out of the clothes. The resulting runoff were then used to soak the lower deckers’ heavily-stained rags; a small comfort afforded by tight rationing of water and detergent.

Of course, there was a separate section for the Lord Captain, where only the finest perfumed detergents, fresh water, and expert washers were allowed to touch her garments.

Philippa, “Old Pippa” to the younger washer girls, was one of them. Old Pippa was already hunched and grey when the sudden shift of power occurred; she did not for a moment think that in her eighty years of service to Lady Theodora that she would serve another Lord Captain.

The laundry hab was where rumours went to be boiled and wrung out.

All nobles have their eccentricities, and it sometimes showed in how they soil their garments. Old Pippa knew her masters intimately through the hem of their raiment.

And now, she was getting to know Lady Madwen.

Tagged by @daffi-990 and @wildlife4life

Working on first-pass edits for the s7 fic (aka making sure everything is in the same tense bc I'm a fucking mess)

Here's a cute moment from the Madney wedding!

Buck’s just opening his mouth to point out how full the moon looks, when May runs up to him, a twinkle in her eye. “You’re singing with me,” she announces.  Buck stammers, trying to find an excuse. “But, I was just—Chris and I were—I really should—” May just shakes her head, holding a hand out to pull him to his feet. Chris was no help, laughing and cheering him on.  “I’ve already picked the song, don’t worry!” “What if I don’t know it?” He protests, but she just scoffs. They pass Eddie on the way to the little stage area, and Buck reaches out, one last desperate attempt.  “Eddie, please! Save me!” Eddie just grabs a fresh beer from the cooler and hands it over. “Liquid courage. You’ll do great!” Linda’s song finishes, and Buck follows May to the microphone, resigned.  May is laughing, and Buck finally just sighs, takes a swig of his beer and sets it aside. “Alright, let’s do this.” The song starts playing, and his resigned sigh is replaced with a delighted laugh. He does know the song. “You’re kidding, right?” May laughs and shakes her head as the lyrics come on the little screen in front of them, and she starts to sing. It’s fun, actually. By the end of the song, they’re both laughing so hard they can barely get the lyrics out, and they stumble off stage arm in arm.

(Also: I haven't decided what song they should sing, anyone have any suggestions? 👀)

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

X ask game

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Sweet banter…

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“…Which exhibit do you want to see?”

Prowl snapped his head towards the taller avatar before refocusing on the map, quietly responding, “…I really want to go to the Interactive Exhibit.”

“Interactive Exhibit?” Starscream asked with a raised brow.

Prowl nodded once, and Starscream was pleased to see the ninja’s expression slowly start to relax. However, a thin trace of habitual disgust filled him as Prowl continued, “Yes. They let you touch certain animals there. I believe it’s called a Touch Tank.”

“You actually want to- You know what?—” Starscream cut himself off as he crossed his arms with a tired tone, “—It actually doesn’t surprise me you want to touch these things.”

Alas, despite his glare, Starscream had to fight another smile as he watched Prowl chuckle at that, a smirk forming as he tapped a finger on his jacket sleeve, “Yes, Starscream. I would like to pet a sea creature.”

“Weirdo.”

Prowl elbowed him, scoffing when he heard a resulting snicker from his companion. But at least now he was smiling…

.🌩️. Cracky in the way this is the only bit I’ve written for an old F/o fic idea with Lockdown. Yes I have writing for him. Yes, I am eventually planning on writing more for him. He still sticks around here and there and he demands attention every now and then. So in a way, f/o crackship with him.

"Funny."

"Isn't it?"

Grey glared up at the large mech with absolute disdain.

"Y'know, Lockdown, you don't have to interact with me. There is litteraly nothing to gain from me."

"No," Lockdown agreed with a smirk, "But you do have information. And I need that to know where dear 'Scream is."

The human female squeezed herself deeper into the crack she was using as a hidey hole with a dismissive hum, "I honestly think I'd perfer to be locked in a room of spiders."

"Oh? I suppose I'll have to run that by Blackarachnia-"

"Don’t you dare."

Lockdown threw back his head and let out a loud laugh at her immediate refusal.

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Enemies to lovers

Bickering

Banter

And they were ROOMMATES-

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a part of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

“Well you know what they say, there’s a first time for everything.” She said, making him roll his lips into his own smile before he finally looked back up at her, ignoring the rush of fluttering butterflies that had swarmed his stomach as he simply gazed at her. “So, which is it?”

“Oh.” Otis shook his head, snapping out of the trance she’d so easily put him in. “I, uh, I prefer Brian but I don’t want you to feel out of place or anything so you can just call me Otis like everyone else.” He added with a casual shrug, hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt about wanting her to use his real name.

“Don’t worry about that.” Henri brushed off, she knew she’d already feel out of place given who she was and what she’d been through, so why not add something else to the mix too as at least this way there would be some good behind it. “If you prefer Brian, then I’ll call you Brian.”