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I think she's a little too close to the original but I did have fun regardless. I still had fun with the #pose.

#oc #art #originalcharacter #wipweds

[Can't find the original poster I'm so sorry]

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Taehyung’s face catches on Namjoon and shifts, unreadable for a moment, before he beams at Namjoon. “Wow, hyung, you look great.”
Namjoon feels hot under the blazer, under Taehyung’s gaze. 
“Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Taehyung asks, crossing the room to stand in front of Namjoon.
Namjoon nods. ”Yeah,” he says, voice a little breathless. Then he clears his throat and turns back to the mirror, eyes trained on one of the buttons on his blazer. Taehyung is a blur in his periphery, something looming. He knows he’s taller than Taehyung, but right now he feels small, delicate even. 
Heat spreads across the back of Namjoon’s neck, anticipation feels like something physical. Eventually he can’t keep himself from meeting Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror. His face is a mystery again, eyes unreadable. But just for a moment. 
When Namjoon blinks, it’s just Taehyung standing behind him. He smiles and Namjoon smiles back.

Taehyung’s face catches on Namjoon and shifts, unreadable for a moment, before he beams at Namjoon. “Wow, hyung, you look great.” Namjoon feels hot under the blazer, under Taehyung’s gaze. “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Taehyung asks, crossing the room to stand in front of Namjoon. Namjoon nods. ”Yeah,” he says, voice a little breathless. Then he clears his throat and turns back to the mirror, eyes trained on one of the buttons on his blazer. Taehyung is a blur in his periphery, something looming. He knows he’s taller than Taehyung, but right now he feels small, delicate even. Heat spreads across the back of Namjoon’s neck, anticipation feels like something physical. Eventually he can’t keep himself from meeting Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror. His face is a mystery again, eyes unreadable. But just for a moment. When Namjoon blinks, it’s just Taehyung standing behind him. He smiles and Namjoon smiles back.

rare pair exchange fic, you *will* be finished!!!!!! enjoy some taejoon ft namjoon being…namjoon. happy #wipweds !!

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He didn't expect the sudden pain in the meat of his shoulder, sharp fangs sinking in as his cock was constricted in a wet, pulsing vice that had him emptying another load into his captor. His voice cracked on his moan and he could feel the grin on the Blue Bird's lips against his yielding flesh. A rivulet tickled as it trailed down to soak into the bedding. 

The pain eventually receded (but thankfully still distracted him from the sharp pain pulsing at the exposed base of his cock) and Mingi was struck with the thought that he wanted to lick the blood — his blood — from Yeosang's glistening teeth. 

"Again."

He didn't expect the sudden pain in the meat of his shoulder, sharp fangs sinking in as his cock was constricted in a wet, pulsing vice that had him emptying another load into his captor. His voice cracked on his moan and he could feel the grin on the Blue Bird's lips against his yielding flesh. A rivulet tickled as it trailed down to soak into the bedding. The pain eventually receded (but thankfully still distracted him from the sharp pain pulsing at the exposed base of his cock) and Mingi was struck with the thought that he wanted to lick the blood — his blood — from Yeosang's glistening teeth. "Again."

and bonus horny minsang hours

cw; explicit, blood and injury, omegaverse

🏷️ #awefic #wipweds #wipwednesday

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Once he was close enough, Wooyoung pushed him down onto Seonghwa's nest. Yeosang quickly rolled his shoulder and threw his weight to avoid bumping into any cushions that seemed placed with intent. 

"Careful!" He shouted, voice stern in a way that was almost unheard of for him. He tried not to notice Wooyoung's barely there flinch. 

"It's my nest and I really don't care right now, Yeosang." Seonghwa said. "You're going to sit there and explain to us who the hell you followed this morning." 

"Is that the alpha you were fucking?" Wooyoung tacked on, voice sharp as if he wanted to inflict the same poison Yeosang had served him. 

Yeosang didn't know if he still tasted the assassin's blood on his lips or if he'd bitten through the flesh of his tongue in an effort not to lash out at his longest, closest friend. The person he would die for, without question. 

Why did it feel like that possibility was growing each day? 

"Yeosang." Seonghwa whispered and he blinked the cloudiness away from his eyes. When he focused back on his surroundings Yeosang was surprised to find Seonghwa sitting beside him, hands wrapped around his own freezing one. "What's going on, baby bird?" 

He always had been so weak to that soft, soothing voice Seonghwa had when he was truly concerned for them. Yeosang always felt guilty that it brought him comfort. It reminded him someone still cared about him. 

"It's been two days since the last assassination attempt." He croaked.

Once he was close enough, Wooyoung pushed him down onto Seonghwa's nest. Yeosang quickly rolled his shoulder and threw his weight to avoid bumping into any cushions that seemed placed with intent. "Careful!" He shouted, voice stern in a way that was almost unheard of for him. He tried not to notice Wooyoung's barely there flinch. "It's my nest and I really don't care right now, Yeosang." Seonghwa said. "You're going to sit there and explain to us who the hell you followed this morning." "Is that the alpha you were fucking?" Wooyoung tacked on, voice sharp as if he wanted to inflict the same poison Yeosang had served him. Yeosang didn't know if he still tasted the assassin's blood on his lips or if he'd bitten through the flesh of his tongue in an effort not to lash out at his longest, closest friend. The person he would die for, without question. Why did it feel like that possibility was growing each day? "Yeosang." Seonghwa whispered and he blinked the cloudiness away from his eyes. When he focused back on his surroundings Yeosang was surprised to find Seonghwa sitting beside him, hands wrapped around his own freezing one. "What's going on, baby bird?" He always had been so weak to that soft, soothing voice Seonghwa had when he was truly concerned for them. Yeosang always felt guilty that it brought him comfort. It reminded him someone still cared about him. "It's been two days since the last assassination attempt." He croaked.

more -awe for wip weds, what's new

🏷️ #awefic #wipweds #wipwednesday

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Work in progress Wednesday! What are you working on? #wipweds #WIPWednesday #CrossStitch #xstitch

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Happy Wednesday! What's your current project? Mine is this stamped cross stitch. #WIPWeds #WIP #StampedCrossStitch #CrossStitch #xStitch

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oh man it was hard to choose, I might have to do it again later, but have some soppy #wangxian married-after-CR-summer-school AU #ficwip #wipweds #wordgamewednesday

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Sketch one

Sketch one

Refined sketch

Refined sketch

First inks

First inks

Varied line weight

Varied line weight

I never really meant to get past photo one 😂

#artnouveau #art #artist #wipweds #comics #webcomics #indiecomics

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fuck it, it’s #wipweds in most timezones and I don’t care anymore

#tadwips #nsfwstay

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Minho laughs, nearly surprised. “Well. Wasn’t sure for a minute there, but if I concentrate I sure can manage it.” He pushes the remains of the fruit off of himself, scooping the bits back into the larger pieces that still remain, and makes a face. “Told you it would be messy, jagi. Ugh, all sticky.”

Jisung shuffles forward, in a bit of a daze, and he drops his phone on the counter, and he wants. “I said I’d clean up.”

“It’s going to be a hell of a job, with the splash radius. We can both do it-“

“Hyung.” Jisung’s voice is thick in his throat. Minho looks up at him. “Can I clean up? Can I clean you up, jagi?” He drops to his knees, uncaring of the liquid pooling around him, and reaches forward with a hand that is surprisingly steady for the swirl of visceral heat in his gut to scoop some more deep pink pulp off of the crease of Minho’s hip with his index finger.

Minho laughs, nearly surprised. “Well. Wasn’t sure for a minute there, but if I concentrate I sure can manage it.” He pushes the remains of the fruit off of himself, scooping the bits back into the larger pieces that still remain, and makes a face. “Told you it would be messy, jagi. Ugh, all sticky.” Jisung shuffles forward, in a bit of a daze, and he drops his phone on the counter, and he wants. “I said I’d clean up.” “It’s going to be a hell of a job, with the splash radius. We can both do it-“ “Hyung.” Jisung’s voice is thick in his throat. Minho looks up at him. “Can I clean up? Can I clean you up, jagi?” He drops to his knees, uncaring of the liquid pooling around him, and reaches forward with a hand that is surprisingly steady for the swirl of visceral heat in his gut to scoop some more deep pink pulp off of the crease of Minho’s hip with his index finger.

happy #wipweds we’re back to the watermelon fic. nearly done I think

#tadwips

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iiiiiit’s Wednesday my dudes

thanks to audrey for this one but also @minbinn.bsky.social and @bunsinspace.bsky.social for encouraging me. this is your fault /pos

#tadwips #wipweds

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“Hyung, we’re gross.”

The bubble bursts.

“Yah, Han Jisung, speak for yourself. And anyway, you were the one who decided to start shit on the couch. Out of reach of our supplies.”

Jisung is still tucked into his chest, so he feels the quiet chuckle echo through his own ribs and ignite the warmth that only responds to his boyfriend. “Blaming me now, when you were the one that got all needy about it? Bold move.”

“It’s your cum that’s making the mess. I was neat about it.”

“You just don’t want to get up,” Jisung huffs petulantly, but despite his words he smiles and swings himself off of Minho’s lap. “Big baby. I’ll be right back.”

But as Jisung disappears down the hallway, taking the afterglow with him, Minho’s willful disregard can’t carry him any further. 

What the FUCK was that?

“Hyung, we’re gross.” The bubble bursts. “Yah, Han Jisung, speak for yourself. And anyway, you were the one who decided to start shit on the couch. Out of reach of our supplies.” Jisung is still tucked into his chest, so he feels the quiet chuckle echo through his own ribs and ignite the warmth that only responds to his boyfriend. “Blaming me now, when you were the one that got all needy about it? Bold move.” “It’s your cum that’s making the mess. I was neat about it.” “You just don’t want to get up,” Jisung huffs petulantly, but despite his words he smiles and swings himself off of Minho’s lap. “Big baby. I’ll be right back.” But as Jisung disappears down the hallway, taking the afterglow with him, Minho’s willful disregard can’t carry him any further. What the FUCK was that?

oh hey it’s wednesday again, time for another look at this Thing That Has Gripped My Brain

#tadwips #wipweds

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They multiplied . . . Can you tell im trying to avoid certain elements cuz idk how I'm going to do them yet?

Also I've unearthed the loaf cats! Remember those? Yeah . . . Still not done

#wipweds

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I tried to jump on the backwagon of #fuckai trend a bit ago but lost my momentum to finish it lmao. I'll try to though. #wip #wipweds #art #artist

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From the 20th May there'll be a promo post available for you to post any completed fics, WIPs, snippets and thread fics you've written during Write That Fic!

You can also tag us in #WipWeds posts if you like!

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i've got 7/10 scenes done, but am struggling with the last three alas here are some snips for #wipweds

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Yesterday was busy and I forgot to post my #WIPWeds here ya go! #WIP #CrossStitch

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From my canon divergence that I've been talking about. WWX makes it to JL's 100 day celebration
#ficwip #wipweds #wordgamewednesday

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Searching for this one really drove home how often I use the word 'sometimes'. 😆 Anyway here is some LWJ at Lotus Pier. #ficwip #wipweds #wordgamewednesday

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#CrossStitch #WIPWeds #WIP

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Desperate to feel more, to have more, Keiji thrusts into Kōtarō’s fist. It’s tight and not very wet, but the friction more than makes up for it. Keiji gasps into Kōtarō’s mouth; Kōtarō’s free hand slides between Keiji’s cheeks, the pad of his forefinger playing with Keiji’s ass. 

Keiji jolts; the sensations rocketing through him. Kōtarō grins against his mouth. 

“Feel good, Keiji?” he asks, his breath hot and tasting of red wine.

“Y—yes,” Keiji grits out, fucking into Kōtarō’s fist. “You feel amazing.”

He wants to come. He wants Kōtarō to light him up, make him burst from all the pent-up feelings he’s kept pushed down for all these years. He wants to know how Kōtarō feels, too. 

Keiji wants it all, and while he can’t look back and regret the time already wasted, he doesn’t want to waste any more now.

Their bodies are a litany of sounds: grunts, moans, squelches and slick slips. Keiji can feel the ball of fire in his core getting hotter and hotter; the tension tightening, but not ebbing. Kōtarō seems to detect the shift in his thrusts, in the way he’s rocking back and forth, and he speeds up his motions, apparently also eager to make good on his promise that he’d make Keiji feel incredible. 

His orgasm hits him hard; he moans loudly right into Kōtarō’s mouth, and Kōtarō swallows down all the sounds, moans of his own ample and bright as they both feel Keiji constrict and come. All the energy, all the need, flows out of him with the release; he slumps forward, head on Kōtarō’s shoulder, ass in the air, underwear still taut around his thighs.

Desperate to feel more, to have more, Keiji thrusts into Kōtarō’s fist. It’s tight and not very wet, but the friction more than makes up for it. Keiji gasps into Kōtarō’s mouth; Kōtarō’s free hand slides between Keiji’s cheeks, the pad of his forefinger playing with Keiji’s ass. Keiji jolts; the sensations rocketing through him. Kōtarō grins against his mouth. “Feel good, Keiji?” he asks, his breath hot and tasting of red wine. “Y—yes,” Keiji grits out, fucking into Kōtarō’s fist. “You feel amazing.” He wants to come. He wants Kōtarō to light him up, make him burst from all the pent-up feelings he’s kept pushed down for all these years. He wants to know how Kōtarō feels, too. Keiji wants it all, and while he can’t look back and regret the time already wasted, he doesn’t want to waste any more now. Their bodies are a litany of sounds: grunts, moans, squelches and slick slips. Keiji can feel the ball of fire in his core getting hotter and hotter; the tension tightening, but not ebbing. Kōtarō seems to detect the shift in his thrusts, in the way he’s rocking back and forth, and he speeds up his motions, apparently also eager to make good on his promise that he’d make Keiji feel incredible. His orgasm hits him hard; he moans loudly right into Kōtarō’s mouth, and Kōtarō swallows down all the sounds, moans of his own ample and bright as they both feel Keiji constrict and come. All the energy, all the need, flows out of him with the release; he slumps forward, head on Kōtarō’s shoulder, ass in the air, underwear still taut around his thighs.

#WipWeds: A little #BokuAka NSFW tease for the upcoming chapter of Five First Dates 🤭🫣

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I'm going to try to remember to only post these on Wednesday now. 🤞 #CrossStitch #WIP #WIPWeds

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it's #wipweds which means I show you the young Lord Bonnet and his Regency Era bitch face! #ofmd

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He unpacks to the sound of a few small logs crackling in the wood burner, the open plan of the cabin quickly filling with the warm smell of open flame and immediately draining at least ten percent of the residual driving stress from Stede's body. He finds homes for his clothes, his shoes, his small collection of accessories. The majority of his toiletries get set up in the bathroom, and he dithers unnecessarily for a full five minutes before giving himself a stern and only slightly embarrassing mental talking to regarding the brand new bottle of lube burning a hole in the bottom of his toiletry bag.

He's a grown adult. An incredibly grown adult. Middle aged, even. A middle-aged adult now comfortably in touch with his sexual orientation and preferences. And he's alone. Emotionally, and physically. For the next few months at least. He's the only person living in this space, there's nobody to make him feel ashamed about how, when, or where his body might crave pleasure. Or how he goes about indulging it in that pleasure. He doesn't have to hide the lube. The lube can live wherever it's going to be most convenient for him.

The lube can go in one of the lovely little bedside tables. The bedside tables next to the bed in which Stede will have the absolute luxury of taking up as much space as he wants. The bed with what he believes will be a beautiful view out over the lake, where he'll sleep in and sprawl out and touch himself as frequently as he damn well pleases.

He unpacks to the sound of a few small logs crackling in the wood burner, the open plan of the cabin quickly filling with the warm smell of open flame and immediately draining at least ten percent of the residual driving stress from Stede's body. He finds homes for his clothes, his shoes, his small collection of accessories. The majority of his toiletries get set up in the bathroom, and he dithers unnecessarily for a full five minutes before giving himself a stern and only slightly embarrassing mental talking to regarding the brand new bottle of lube burning a hole in the bottom of his toiletry bag. He's a grown adult. An incredibly grown adult. Middle aged, even. A middle-aged adult now comfortably in touch with his sexual orientation and preferences. And he's alone. Emotionally, and physically. For the next few months at least. He's the only person living in this space, there's nobody to make him feel ashamed about how, when, or where his body might crave pleasure. Or how he goes about indulging it in that pleasure. He doesn't have to hide the lube. The lube can live wherever it's going to be most convenient for him. The lube can go in one of the lovely little bedside tables. The bedside tables next to the bed in which Stede will have the absolute luxury of taking up as much space as he wants. The bed with what he believes will be a beautiful view out over the lake, where he'll sleep in and sprawl out and touch himself as frequently as he damn well pleases.

Fuck it a #wipweds in which Stede decides that sod it, he's an adult, with a sex drive, and for the first time in his life he isn't going to be embarrassed about it. #ofmdfic (barely #ofmdnsfw but covering the bases)

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“Whatcha got there?”
“A rabbit.”
Lan Wangji wondered if he was imagining the way Jiang Cheng’s eyes lit up.
“Can I see?”
Never one to stand between a rabbit and a potential admirer, he turned the carrier so that Jiang Cheng could peer inside.
“Pretty!” he said. “Not one of yours, though, right? You don’t have a grey one.”
“No,” Lan Zhan said. “She’s from the rescue.”
“Oh, right, it’s Monday, huh.” 
“You—” Lan Zhan was still trying to process what Jiang Cheng had said. “You know about my rabbits?”
“Well, sure, Wei Ying only shows me every single picture of them.” He looked away with traces of what might be…a…blush? <i>It’s not like I like them or anything,</i> his expression seemed to say. 
“…Ah. I see.”
“How are they doing?”
“They are well. Would you—” he realized what he was about to say was silly given what Jiang Cheng had just said, but it was his standard follow-up when asked about the rabbits—“would you like to see pictures? I have some new ones.”
Jiang Cheng glanced at the waiting dogs, clearly torn. “Maybe just one?”

“Whatcha got there?” “A rabbit.” Lan Wangji wondered if he was imagining the way Jiang Cheng’s eyes lit up. “Can I see?” Never one to stand between a rabbit and a potential admirer, he turned the carrier so that Jiang Cheng could peer inside. “Pretty!” he said. “Not one of yours, though, right? You don’t have a grey one.” “No,” Lan Zhan said. “She’s from the rescue.” “Oh, right, it’s Monday, huh.” “You—” Lan Zhan was still trying to process what Jiang Cheng had said. “You know about my rabbits?” “Well, sure, Wei Ying only shows me every single picture of them.” He looked away with traces of what might be…a…blush? <i>It’s not like I like them or anything,</i> his expression seemed to say. “…Ah. I see.” “How are they doing?” “They are well. Would you—” he realized what he was about to say was silly given what Jiang Cheng had just said, but it was his standard follow-up when asked about the rabbits—“would you like to see pictures? I have some new ones.” Jiang Cheng glanced at the waiting dogs, clearly torn. “Maybe just one?”

Hey, it's #wipweds, have this #zhanchengxian snippet for #mdzsww

In which Jiang Cheng is tsundere for rabbits

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#wipweds #bokuakasaku

i love them, ur honor

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‘If it is true that cats have nine lives, do they return as a different cat? If so, are they aware of what they were before?’
‘This is poetry from one who has a reputation for rash thought and brawling!’

#WIPWeds #WednesdayWords

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#wipweds - another lil blurb from my college au jeongchan fic. Slowly but surely trucking on with this one because the ideas keep coming. Pls enjoy the group chat names they fill me with joy

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Graphic has a pale purple background with tall purple flowers at the bottom. On the upper left side, dark purple text reads: “I am not here for a holiday.” I spoke more sharply than I’d intended, because I was tired of being addressed like a Delicately Nurtured Young Creature whose sensibilities must be protected. “I am here to serve as my aunt’s companion. As such, I must naturally be concerned about anything that threatens her well-being.”

Graphic has a pale purple background with tall purple flowers at the bottom. On the upper left side, dark purple text reads: “I am not here for a holiday.” I spoke more sharply than I’d intended, because I was tired of being addressed like a Delicately Nurtured Young Creature whose sensibilities must be protected. “I am here to serve as my aunt’s companion. As such, I must naturally be concerned about anything that threatens her well-being.”

Look, I've actually got a snippet for #WIPweds! (That doesn't always happen.) Today's word is "sharp," and this is from my current WIP, another Regency fantasy. #historicalromance #fantasyromance

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