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@ilworld-comic.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 11:11 PM

It's #WIPWednesday what are you guys working on? I'm back at it working on updating my old pages for the print of vol 2. I'm trying to keep the updates to a minimum. Making minor changes to faces and colors.

Ilworld page 109. Rahab is leaving and says if they cross paths again, maybe the main character will have remembered her name.

@pepverbsnouns.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 11:07 PM

#art #comic #digitalart #originalcharacter #sketch #webcomic #wip #wipwednesday

(#002 now on Pinya: pinya.io/episode/1Q31...)

Screenshot of the Infinite Painter drawing app open to a sketch: an office worker named Helen sits at her desk, hunched over slightly, holding a phone receiver in her left hand. In front of her keyboard and mouse are two coffee cups, one tipped over, a bag of chips, and a small stack of documents. She says into the phone, exasperated: "Hello. I.T. is aware of the-".

@adealnottakenao3.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 11:04 PM

#WIPWednesday #ADealNotTakenAU #chaggi #angst

ake by the door slamming open right next to her. She cursed herself for her lapse in attentiveness, as always, and the little scolding voice in her mind sounded vaguely like Lute, as it always
did.
She hurried to clear her head and take up her spear. Then she realised it was Charlie standing there, just outside the threshold of their room; and letting her guard down was suddenly
the farthest thing from Vaggie's mind. For just a moment Charlie had looked startled at Vaggie's presence, maybe even alarmed at the way she'd reached for her spear - but that vanished just as quickly. She folded her arms and didn't say anything. Her gaze was cold, harsh, in spite of the puffiness of her eyes and the half-dried tear tracks down her cheeks; and the chill of that gaze - the guilt of knowing she was the
cause of it - settled heavily in Vaggie's stomach.
Awkwardly she got to her feet, her weapon left abandoned on
the floor. They both knew full well it was an angelic weapon. Vaggie had dropped it when Lute had cut out her eye, three years ago, and in her shock and agony she hadn't thought to pick it up again, even in self-defence against her superior-now-tormentor. Hadn't been able to think about anything aside from the pain and horror and betrayal. She'd left it, wherever it was, as she staggered from one
alleyway to another; the one where Charlie would find her.

But a few weeks after they'd met, the day after they'd settled on Vaggie becoming Charlie's bodyguard because Charlie wanted to go public with their relationship and Vaggie didn't want the spotlight on her, Charlie had said she had a gift to help with her new position, and she'd produced an angelic spear from behind her back that Vaggie recognized all-too-well. How had she been able to
hide the guilt and revulsion she felt picking it up again?
Charlie hadn't known its history. Maybe now she did. There was still silence between them, and that, to Vaggie, was the wrongest thing of all. Charlie's chattering; her singing; her beautiful voice ringing out with ideas and melodies and hope in a terrible world was a beacon Vaggie clung to, as much as Charlie's inopportune and sometimes counterproductive bursts of song frustrated her. Her silence felt like that light was being denied to
her.
At last, Charlie opened her mouth.
"When were you going to tell me."
It didn't sound like a question.
Vaggie swallowed back dread at her girlfriend's tone. "Charlie, I
know, I am so sorry-" "Three. Years. Vaggie." Charlie cut in, voice quivering with hurt. "Three years I shared my whole life with you. I've shared everything about myself," she started counting off on her fingers, more aggressively with each finger she ticked off, "my hopes, my
dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits... what fucking

DEODORANT I like! And you kept... this? Something as big as this
from me?"
"I - I.." What could she even say to that? It was the ugly,
unvarnished truth. "Were you even going to tell me? Ever?" Charlie looked stricken, revolted at the thought of it. "Were you just planning to
go on for years hoping that I wouldn't find out?"
"N-no, I - Charlie-" "I trusted you, Vaggie!" Vaggie felt just as tortured as Charlie sounded. "We're supposed to be partners, and you - you hid this
from me!!"
"I'm sorry, Charlie! I knew it was wrong, I was trying to make
up for it; if I couldn't tell you, then I could at least—"
'It doesn't! That makes it worse!"
"Then please, please, Charlie, tell me how I can fix this!" Charlie didn't answer at first - scrubbed at her eyes, turned away and stormed down the stairs. Vaggie followed, because what
else could she do?
"You shouldn't have to ask!"

?Unknown author Oct 7, 2026, 10:51 PM

for my first #WIPWednesday in a long while… I’m making this sneak peek of #ADealNotTakenAU Chapter 4, the start of the real serious Chaggie angst, public! 😈

Vaggie only realised that she'd dozed off when she was jolted awake by the door slamming open right next to her. She cursed herself for her lapse in attentiveness, as always, and the little scolding voice in her mind sounded vaguely like Lute, as it always did.
She hurried to clear her head and take up her spear.
Then she realised it was Charlie standing there, just outside the threshold of their room; and
letting her guard down was suddenly the farthest thing from Vaggie's mind.
For just a moment Charlie had looked startled at Vaggie's presence, maybe even alarmed at the way she'd reached for her spear - but that vanished just as quickly. She folded her arms and didn't say anything. Her gaze was cold, harsh, in spite of the puffiness of her eyes and the half-dried tear tracks down her cheeks; and the chill of that gaze - the guilt of knowing she was the cause of it - settled heavily in Vaggie's stomach.
Awkwardly she got to her feet, her weapon left abandoned on the floor.
They both knew full well it was an angelic weapon. Vaggie had dropped it when Lute had cut out her eye, three years ago, and in her shock and agony she hadn't thought to pick it up again, even in self-defence against her superior-now-tormentor. Hadn't been able to think about anything aside from the pain and horror and betrayal. She'd left it, wherever it was, as she staggered from one alleyway to another; the one where Charlie would find her.
But a few weeks after they'd met, the day after they'd settled on Vaggie becoming Charlie's bodyguard because Charlie wanted to go public with their relationship and Vaggie didn't want the spotlight on her, Charlie had said she had a gift to help with her new position, and she'd produced an angelic spear from behind her back that Vaggie recognized all-too-well. How had she been able to hide the guilt and revulsion she felt picking it up again?
Charlie hadn't known its history. Maybe now she did.

There was still silence between them, and that, to Vaggie, was the wrongest thing of all. Charlie's chattering; her singing; her beautiful voice ringing out with ideas and melodies and hope in a terrible world was a beacon Vaggie clung to, as much as Charlie's inopportune and sometimes counterproductive bursts of song frustrated her. Her silence felt like that light was being denied to her.
At last, Charlie opened her mouth.
"When were you going to tell me." It didn't sound like a question.
Vaggie swallowed back dread at her girlfriend's tone. "Charlie, I know, I am so sorry-"
"Three. Years. Vaggie." Charlie cut in, voice quivering with hurt. "Three years I shared my whole life with you. I've shared everything about myself," she started counting off on her fingers, more aggressively with each finger she ticked off, "my hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits... what fucking DEODORANT I like! And you kept... this? Something as big as this from me?"
"I-I.." What could she even say to that? It was the ugly, unvarnished truth.
"Were you even going to tell me? Ever?" Charlie looked stricken, revolted at the thought of it.
"Were you just planning to go on for years hoping that I wouldn't find out?"
"N-no, 1 - Charlie -"
"I trusted you, Vaggie!" Vaggie felt just as tortured as Charlie sounded. "We're supposed to be
partners, and you - you hid this from me!!"
"I'm sorry, Charlie! I knew it was wrong, I was trying to make up for it; if I couldn't tell you, then I
could at least_"
'It doesn't! That makes it worse!"

@thegreatshono.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:47 PM

We also have quite a few pieces still in progress. Here’s a few of my favorite: Jane Doe from Zenless Zone Zero, Noir from Nikke, Sakaki from Azumanga Daioh, and Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. All pencil and ink on bristol board #wipwednesday

@soaringmoon.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:43 PM

Working on a nice little CYOA image set project. ^--^;

Have no idea when it will be finished, all I know is that it'll be fun. Look forward to that.

#indiegame #wipwednesday #gamedev #wip

@djinweaver.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:20 PM

I've been working on a few things, but it's also been a busy few days since the last #WIPWednesday .
This week I've made some progress on the Seine Socks - past the first heel and almost to the toes.
The sweater is the Sigvaldi cardigan in Reynolds book 78.
Details in the alt.
#knit #🧶

Sigvaldi cardigan from Reynolds New Icelandic looks, book no. 78. I'm not sure who the designer is for this one.
The yarn is Borroco Vintage in shades of grey and black. I'm holding something sparkly with the black because this will be used for performances.

The Seine socks (or just the first one, in this case). I'm past the heel and nearly to the toe.

@brimstonecoffee.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:17 PM

I promise I’ll eventually circle around to putting Alastor in the bellhop uniform one day 🙏

Enjoy another Drink Menu #WIPwednesday in the meantime! 🥂

#radioapple #appleradio

@theartsyemporium.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 10:17 PM

WIP Wednesday!!

Please to announce that "Gravestones and Cobwebs" mini comic is coming along. 3 of 7 are done and ready to read on my Patreon.

www.patreon.com/c/TheArtsyEm...

#comic #hazbinhotel #huskerdust #husker #angeldust
#WIP #wipwednesday #workinprogress

@grimmsilly.bsky.social Oct 7, 2026, 9:35 PM

I should post more wips, I draw a lot but its all scattered...... Anyway have a scary spooky Veesk, my argonian girl from ESO 🧡
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#wip #wipwednesday #elderscrolls