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@gaylie.blorbo.social.ap.brid.gy Oct 7, 2026, 6:17 PM

rare instance i not only actually got a *wip*, but it's a non-Shattered Jade one, too!

#wipWednesday #wordGameWednesday #wangXian #mdzs

Unwilling and unable to take a hint and let the matter go, Wei Ying hurried towards the only occupied table, sitting across from his honey-eyed caffeine donor, one elbow on the propped onto the surface with his chin resting on his palm as he watched the other with a mischievous grin.

"So… does my oh so generous benefactor have a name?" He drawled, reveling in the way his words coaxed a blank glance out from the other man, e-reader lowered ever so slightly for his rich sunrise colored eyes to peek above. No answer came, though, so Wei Ying continued to run his mouth. "This one's Wei Ying," he said, abandoning his relaxed slouch for a mock bow. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Silence. The e-reader was raised back to it's previous position. Wei Ying chewed at his lip, a rare nervous habit.

@dndnerd4.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:15 PM

It's #WIPWEDNESDAY Nerdfriends and since its also #inktober here's what I am working on for that.
#dnd #dndart #dndartist #dndcomic #dndcomicart #dndcomicartist #ttrpg #ttrpgart #ttrpgArtist #fantasy #fantasyart #fantasyartist #ComicArt #ComicArtist #NoAI #NoNFT #art #myart #Buckethead

Buckethead the cleric raises their holy symbol as an undead warrior flees in panic.

@redheadkitten.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:15 PM

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#wordgamewednesday #WIPWednesday

A screenshot of text that reads "He drank coffee, and wine on rare occasions."
The word rare is colored yellow.

@fushiglow.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:11 PM

For #WIPWednesday, here's the opening to my fic for the upcoming spooky edition of @femguruweek.bsky.social 🌼 If everything works out, this one is going to be super special! Anyone want to guess at the prompt I'm following? #jjk #satosugu

A wintersweet tree laden with snow, blooming in a Japanese courtyard.

In spite of the snow,
Sun bursts on a leafless branch.
Winter blooms sweetly.
In company of flowers,
I think of you and feel warm.

—

For the first time in a long time, Satoru dreamed of Suguru.

It wasn't Suguru the way he remembered her, softened and sweetened by the passing of time. It wasn't the Suguru who usually appeared to him in dreams, with a face like a thumb smeared through ink. It wasn't a Suguru with someone else's features and it wasn't a Suguru without any features at all.

It was Suguru as Satoru had last seen her, perfectly intact, perfectly preserved, untouched by the ten years that stretched between them. Her skin was white as snow, unblemished by age and hardship. Her hair was black as a deep lake in winter, flowing over her shoulders like cold water.

Her eyes, though, were warm. Her eyes were like sunbursts in her perfect face, gold as the flowers woven into her robes and into her hair.

Satoru had counted many birthdays since Suguru’s seventeenth. When she turned away from him, he wondered if he appeared old and ugly to her, but his sweetheart was smiling as she began to walk the long path to his ancestral home.

Without hesitation, Satoru followed her fragrant perfume.

The road was laden with fresh snowfall, but ahead of him, Suguru floated atop the powder like she weighed no more than a feather. She was a tall woman, yet the teeth of her geta left no imprints in the snow beneath her feet. Where Satoru felt the cold bite deep, Suguru seemed entirely unperturbed by it. Where Satoru was slowed by the icy wind, Suguru seemed quickened by it.

In spite of her tiny steps, Satoru could not reach her on his long legs. The cold carried Suguru away from him, but he knew the path like the back of his hand. He had walked it a thousand times as a boy.

Satoru let her go, taking comfort in the promise of warmth at the end of the journey.

Soon, she would have him in her embrace at last.

The path to the Gojō family home looked exactly how Satoru remembered it. It was the road as he had last travelled it, blanketed in fresh snow that climbed almost to his knee. Suguru walked ahead, yet the snow remained perfectly intact, perfectly preserved, untouched by humans and animals alike.

Where it whipped between the tall pines, the icy wind created great drifts, disguising the ditch at the side of the road that carried the snowmelt down into the village in spring. The untrodden powder obscured the stones until one could no longer distinguish between the path and the gaps between the trees.

Dangerous in the depths of winter, Satoru’s father had always told him. Easy to lose the way if one accidentally went astray, he said.

Satoru knew the path like the back of his hand. He followed Suguru’s sweet scent.

@murskadigital.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:03 PM

If you're making a game with a lot of player freedom, and dense obstructions, it's probably a good idea to make sure important things can be seen. To help with that our ceo cooked up a handy visualization thing in godot.
-Toni, 2d artist
#godot #godotengine #wipwednesday #indiegame #indiedev

@whyyymel.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:01 PM

new prototype: forming a bond with a giant bird and facing off against giant animals

#indiedev #gamedev #indiegame #GodotEngine #wipwednesday

@salasanaop.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 6:01 PM

#WiPWednesday time: yes, it's time to see how the Abacus of Sands continues. It'll be posted on October 23rd for Doffy's birthday. 'n it picks up pretty much where we left off the last time, Doffy's taking a little nap while waiting for Croc to finish researching the abacus.

WiP snippet of my upcoming One Piece fanfic, featuring Incubus Doflamingo:

"He could feel his presence in his mind, could still smell him in the sheets, taste him on his tongue. An angry mortal shaped so very much like his lord. He'd found no reason for his existence, which felt so painfully hopeful that he writhed in his rest. Oh, hope. The sharpest weapon, the pleasure-bringer, the sanity-stealer, oh, how he sank its blade into his own chest with pleasure.

It was no wonder then that his resting mind dug up old memories, ancient ones, moments he'd never forgotten but rarely indulged in for the longing they raised in him.

The sun had felt hotter, the days brighter. Air itself was a haze of heat, ready to turn into mirages. The beings gathered to celebrate their king's latest triumph, air heavy with the scents of feast and wine, lust and joy, all mixed together. The music had been the earth's heartbeat, the wind's melodies, songs raising in notes that would make later day harpies shrivel of envy.

The power gathered in the Desert King's Court could have conquered the planes and to be honest, sometimes they did. The power dancing around the center, drawing from it, enhancing it, endless cycle. It was a heartbeat within them all, flow of power like the world was but a vein and his lord was its heart.

The Desert King had been pleased. Doflamingo still remembered how it felt, how it made the blood in his veins burn brighter, how their king's satisfaction was more intoxicating than wine, sweeter than honey. Doflamingo had danced. The memory made his resting body shift, a smile forming on his lips. Not a dance of moving limbs to a rhythm, no. A dance of power that was unbridled lust moving within his lord's power, a dance to the rhythm of the world's heartbeat that was his lord's. In his wake the celebration turned into an orgy, joy turned to lust, melodies into high notes of pleasure rising into the air like praise, like worship. Oh, how he had danced.

"Doffy?"

@gimmethatagustd.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:57 PM

it’s not a jai fic unless someone’s smoking weed #wipwednesday

Taehyung exhales something like the beginning of a chuckle cut short. Disbelief, maybe. Irritation. He’s too slow to respond. He must enjoy tormenting Jungkook, or he’s leaving him hanging because he genuinely doesn’t give a shit.

“How am I making you worse? Explain to me what that means.”

“See, it’s that bullshit right there!” Jungkook sits up from his slouching posture. He places the near-empty pipe beside his grinder and leftover weed, and reaches for the bottle of soju he doesn’t need. “You demand shit like I’m supposed to listen to you.”

“Is that not what our deal was? I teach, you listen? I tell you how to navigate your relationship with Soomin, you obey?”

@gilahermit.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:55 PM

I’ve been meaning to start some new socks for a while and this week’s #showmeyourknits prompted me to just do it already. Loving this autumnal yarn from Speckled Whimsy. 🍂🤎💚🧡💙Self-drafted pattern (making it up as I go).

#WIPWednesday #knitting 🧶

A hand knit sock work in progress sits on a wooden table. Knit sock far is a portion of the cuff of the sock which is shown on the cables of a long circular needle. Above the sock on the table are the balls of working yarn. The yarn is self-striping in gray, blue, orange, brown, and green. To the top right of the sock is a ceramic ghost wearing glasses and a purple and orange hat.

@aquaotter.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:51 PM

Another WIP of chibis for the promotion of the spooky Lego Monkie Kid blankets that @mofox.bsky.social is taking preorders for!!! I'm sooo excited to see the new designs on the blankets!!

[ #wipwednesday #digitalart #commsopen #ocart #vgen #artsky #artcommissions #LMK ]

@gailstlm.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:43 PM

My #WIPWednesday of my fourth pair of socks using leftovers from frogged projects that I never finished. Very simple, which is what I need right now. #knitsky

Taupe socks with a red toe and a red stripe across the ribbed top. One is finished and one is partially knit showing stitch markers to track the length.

@laylaspence.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:40 PM

#wipwednesday triple taped to the board because it doesn’t want to stay up

Acrylic painting of a landscape in progress

@loosethreadstitch.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:39 PM

Finishing up the frame. #Blackwork #embroidery on 14-count Aida.
#WIPWednesday

A photo of an incomplete piece of blackwork embroidery worked in white thread on black Aida cloth. A large, lacy square outline contains repeated circular motifs in a grid with blank spaces between them. The upper right quadrant of the grid is incomplete. The cloth is held in a bamboo embroidery hoop.

@ozzyzart.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:39 PM

Commission wip!

Happy Wip Wednesday !

This is his first ever design and im so honored I get to design him!

...may have designed him too hot

#WipWednesday #paidcommission #artcommisson #hazbinhoteloc

@zelkova.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:36 PM

#wipwednesday this week is a hat for my beloved @sterekhale69.bsky.social
Really liking the colors on this one!

@stitches-n-thrifts.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 5:34 PM

Happy #wipwednesday!
Patterns:
9 pm Tank by Tiffany Thai
Socktober ribbed socks - self-drafted
Currently reading:
Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman
Bunny by Mona Awad
#knitsky #booksky