#I still have a bunch of current wips in the works but I had the crazy need to sketch him for some reason

[cowplantcartel]

WIP 2025-07-07: Cloud UI Recolour Tool

I've had some help from an INCREDIBLE person who managed to work out how to generate a TS3 .package file using Python. I didn't even know if I was going to be able to work out how to do that on my own since s3pi uses C# and I have absolutely zero skills in that whatsoever.

This amazing person wants to stay anonymous so I'll be respecting that, but I am soooo incredibly thankful for their help - thank you thank you thank you!!!!

What has been done so far and what I have planned:

The UI for the tool is still in a very basic state and needs a lot of improvements. Currently it lists a bunch of different elements that can be recoloured and you can type in a HEX colour code or click on the "Pick" button to open a colour picker window.

It's looking very messy atm because I'm still working out which things can/should be recoloured, especially for dark mode and colourful mode.

I'd like the final version to have 3 presets - light, colourful and dark, and the selected preset will control what colour codes are selected by default, and also which colour boxes get displayed. E.g. dark mode would only need the four purple boxes shown below - and I'd add an "advanced mode" so that any of the other colours could be editable if you want to tweak them too.

If possible I also plan to add an opacity control as well, so if you don't like the transparency (which shows up more in dark mode more than colourful/white) then you can tweak it to your liking.

When you click on the "Pick" button this window pops up:

Once you've selected all the colours and clicked "Create UI", the tool goes through all the UI files and replaces the original colours with the colours you've chosen. Then it imports all of those files into a package file and saves it.

Lastly it shows a little popup window to confirm it's complete.

This one took about 2.5 minutes, most of which is spent exporting the ~1000 svg files into png image files.

And the magical part - it created this package file which can be thrown straight into the Mods folder!!

⭐🌟⭐

Another addition I'd like to make to the tool is a UI previewer, so when you're playing around with colours you can see a preview image of what it should look like in-game before you actually click the Create UI button. I've started creating this - so far I just have the main HUD section and I will be adding in a dialog box example as well.

Still plenty to do but it's all so exciting 😍

[guardevoir]

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @indrid-hot - thanks a bunch!

Favorite Color: A nice, warm, sunny orange - but also honestly most other colors of the rainbow and then some.

Currently Reading: The Tevinter Nights Dragon Age short story collection.

Last Song: L'appuntamento - Ornella Vanoni

Last Movie: Ah, gosh. HM. I haven't watched anything that's not a TV show in a while. I semi-voluntarily caught the last fifteen minutes of Scrooged over the winter holidays I guess?

Last Series: Last series I watched any part of is, as always, "Emergency!" because I will never not be stuck in 70's paramedic hell. If we're talking new-to-me shows, a friend's making me watch Grey's Anatomy (early seasons) once a week, probably because observing my growing despair about the characters' poor life choices is fun. I don't even normally watch medical shows, and yet here we are lol

Sweet, Savoury, Spicy: Savory if I had to pick

Craving: Some good spaghetti with olive oil and obscene amounts of lightly toasted garlic.

Tea/Coffee: Yes please, lol

Currently working on: OH BOY WHAT A QUESTION.

Spinning: Gotland on my spindles (4-ply, one single per spindle, for funsies - except I accidentally mixed up which bits of fiber go with which single on which spindle, so that'll be fun to sort out...), 7oz/200g of red Merino on the wheel (for a crochet hat, followed by 9.5 oz of red and black Merino for a woven scarf). But also 24.5oz/700g of grey Merino. And cotton on the supported spindle. And I've got some laceweight viscose on the mini turkish spindle that I should really work on...

Crocheting: Half a dozen things, including a lacy collar that needs buttons and blocking, a gigantic star-shaped wrap-around shawl, an incredibly boring granny square top for my little sister, and too many others to count.

Art: The Emergency! tarot as the eternal never-ending WIP; I also have some Dragon Age Veilguard related plans revolving around the Grand Necropolis and irl Catacomb Saints and I'd love to get some DA-style tarot cards done for all my player characters.

Writing: I still have a couple unfinished fanfics that need another chapter, as well as two deeply self-indulgent OC/Emergency! crossovers that friends are making me write, and I also have some Dragon Age stuff in the works - though if anyone will ever see that is another question entirely.

Music: Practicing various stuff for LARP; also slowly chipping away at Hozier's Work Song because my partner asked nicely.

With no pressure, I will tag: @geminyde, @caseyscraftycorner, @swords-n-spindles, @alpacazappa, @rosesonneptune, @rose-of-pollux, @zooarchaeologyatdinner, @kalikatze aaaaand I can't decide on a 9th person to tag so whoever wants to do this: You're It!

[gloooper]

3D Gillion WIP

RAAGGHHH I have been in blender hell for like 3 weeks and I have nearly finished this low poly model of Gillion!!! Features a responsive 2d facial animation rig :3 I just have some bones to finish adding drivers to (and a sword and environment to model and texture) and then he is ready to animate!!! (nerd shit rant under cut)

I have been having a lot of fun learning blender!! in comparison to my first model in March of this year I think I have certainly come a long way!

Bonus: I am finally starting to understand the evil spaghetti

Here is the nodes for the 2d facial animation rig in all their glory! it's a whole process but a lot of fun I was using principled BSDF for shading up until the point of actually making the face rig which... does not work if you add a bunch of colour mix nodes so I had to switch to diffuse BSDF. If you're interested in learning how to make a rig this is the tutorial I followed it only covers the eyes but you can just copy the steps for making the eyes and use it to make additional bones for the mouth & eyebrows, adding them through colour mix nodes with alpha channels set to your textures like in my image!

I have also been using the pribambase plugin & aseprite to create my textures which I highly recommend! asesprite honestly is such a wonderful and intuitive program I had never made pixel art before starting this project and I know I certainly could be doing better (I am fully aware the model has mixels but I honestly don't hate the look personally which I know isn't the common take but whatever) but for my first time doing pixel art I'd say it's not too bad! Pribambase is a bit of a pain to set up now since the original creator has discontinued it and is no longer supporting it but it is still possible to find and use I am happy to teach anyone who would like to know!

Once the model is done I will be releasing my blender files & texture files as free to use for anyone who wants to animate with it or just play around & deconstruct! (with the exception of my animations) I am only learning myself so idk how useful they'll be but I would not have been able to make this model if it wasn't for kind modellers online who have released their files to deconstruct and learn from.

I have many plans for future blender projects all currently jrwi related (the brainrot is intense rn) & I am very excited to keep learning as I go! I currently have plans to make low-poly models of all the riptide pirates, the pd & the godslayers with animations in mind :p and I really wanna try some 3d sculpting (and maybe 3d printing) which I have wiwi in mind for... if any of these ideas get finished I will also release those models for free :)

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @chiqita @skyrim-forever @heavy-metal-dick @illumiera @sanzas-reverie

Tagging: @friend-of-giants @sulphuricgrin @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @rikkimora @sheirukitriesfandom @ladytanithia @elavoria @tiredela @hircines-hunter @vanilleeistee @dirty-bosmer

It's Wednesday again? Uh... Ok. I've had a very productive week! I've started tracking my wordcounts again, setting myself a goal of 1000 words a day. Works kinda, my daily average is at 1800. (With one day of almost 6k and one day of 170 words lol.) I want to write a bunch of Dealings with Daedra before I'm locked in the psych ward soon (This is a joke, I will be at a daily psychiatric hospital for treating my burnout and I guess it will suck all the energy from me).

But I digress, I have also started a new Much study, this time with Nevri as Ruby. The sketch is kind of done, I want to fill in more details in the backround but by now I have no ideas really. Fun guessing game: Who will find all the hints to her story? :D

But stop right here! I have more! Who is interested in meat-beating with Morotar? It's a snippet from the beginning of chapter 26 that I'm currently writing. After a drunk and steamy encounter with our dearest Nevri, Morotar has been kicked out of her room. Chat, is it orgasm denial when she gets a PTSD flashback? Anyway, Morotar is now in his room and feeling guilty for all the wrong reasons (mostly internatlised racism and indoctrination and not that the woman he likes had a bad time touching him. He needs to learn. It is a process. And I never said that my characters are good people <3)

So, CW for sexual content, racism and *checks notes* religion? Ok. Have fun!

His back pressed to the door, he leaned on it, eyes closed and nails digging into the wood behind. Long strands of his silver hair dangled in front of his face, a thin film of sweat smeared over his forehead. He sucked in a deep breath, filled his lungs with air that was lacking her scent and caged it inside, hoping for it to clean the small vessels of the mark she had left on him. Lavender had clung to her skin, so natural as if it were the smell her own body emitted, the smoke of the hearth mixing into it. The aroma of the cheap wine mingling in, a beverage he had dislike until he had tasted it from her lips – there it had turned to the most aethereal of drinks, the gods’ nectar.

The gods – they mocked him. Sitting high in their realm, watching how he stumbled through his life since he had awoken on this forsaken mountain top. He was nothing but their reason to laugh and now, on this exact evening, disdain had joined in. For what he had done, what he had allowed to happen this night was nothing but sin, a blasphemous wrong that spat on his heritage and his entire race. Shame, burning and hot ate into his guts and the fear of someone having seen his misstep swinging with it. When had he thrown his morals and all that he cherished as his believe out of the window? He had gone too far, way too far and what he had harvested from his dance on the line was a loss of control. He was tempted to blame it on alcohol, to say that the neurotoxin in his veins was solely responsible for his loss of control. Yet he knew better. Too often over the past few days, he had caught himself glancing at her and trying to coax a friendly word from the Dunmer. His downfall had been looming, for the world to see.

Morotar pushed himself away from the door and staggered into the room, his face now hidden in his hands. He paced back and forth with the fury of a caged animal, still trying to rid himself of her divine fragrance. But it remained, just like the sweet flavour in his mouth and the tingling sensation on his lips. The memory of her weight on his lap remained, as did the feeling that his trousers were much too tight in the crotch. Freezing still, he tore his hands down and shook them like a madman, as if he hoped to rid them of the sensation of her skin beneath his fingertips. He had to escape this delusion, but he didn't succeed.

Already he had the jug of water from his bedside table in his hand and poured a load of cold liquid over his face. And yet even that did not calm his mind. A sound came from his mouth, tortured like a beaten dog. Spitting the water from his lips, he rubbed his eyes to clear his eyelashes. This all was futile. Nevri did not leave his thoughts, so vivid before his eyes, grinding her hips on him, the heat from between her legs almost unbearable. Every kiss spoke from the deepest desire, a want he had seldom felt himself and even fewer times had experienced directed at him. The urge to give in was so strong, the thought of having her naked body pressed against his, their sweat mingling, he –

Gods. Morotar let himself fall on his bed, the frame creaking under his weight. Settling his elbows on his thighs, he steepled his hands before his face. The tips of his fingers against his forehead, he noted the sleek sweat still being there, now diluted with the wash of water.

“Auri-El, father to us all, grant me strength,” he whispered, the impression that the ancestor of elves did nothing but laugh at his plea ever strong. Yet he prayed on, knowing nothing else to do than to call to the gods, for they might redeem him from his burden. “By the scales and fangs and flame of the creator, aid me in overcoming this trial. Equip me with the power to resist, help me to avoid this temptation. Be at my side.”

In silence he sat, searching for any sign, any connection, however there was none. Decades before it had never been different, so that he had lessened his prayers. In his youth, he had found those a waste of time, in his training they were a mere interruption of his important lessons in fighting. Never had the gods interfered when he had needed them most, not at the darkest hours of his or his beloveds’ lives. The frustration he had carried had been mitigated after the Great War, as there had always been someone in prayers to talk about those terrible deeds and happenings. But now, the times he sat down and prayed during the year could be counted on one hand. This experience now only reinforced his belief: he had been forsaken.

None of his suffering had vanished; visions of the Dunmer still plagued him. New ones mingled with the old, some as clear as memories. One stood out in particular. Her legs were on his shoulders while he was buried deep between them, his tongue splitting her labia. Pleading laments escaped her mouth as her nails dug into the tabletop.

His length pressed even harder against the confines of his trousers. Blood pulsed so fiercely that it already hurt a bit, a pulling sensation that went all the way to his groin. But he couldn't, he mustn't, no, he...

[bitingdrivers]

WIP Wednesday (it's Thursday)

tagged by @marswasnothere (go read the snippet they posted NOW!!!)

Here's more kittens Max!

A few moments later, GP calms down and goes back to typing, so Daniel almost considers leaving the engineers alone, but then, GP clicks his tongue, irritated, and stands up from his desk; in his hands is a tiny black kitten.

"That's it, Max. I can't let you sit with me if you'll keep walking on my keyboard," he chastises the little kitten. GP moves in the direction of a cardboard box — the ones all their stationary and paper arrives in — seemingly wanting to put the kitten in it, but Daniel stops him.

"GP, wait!" he yells, starting to jog up to him, but remembering the kittens that are currently on his body. He walks instead, watched curiously by a GP and three other engineers in the room.

"Daniel? You're collecting the kittens?" he asks, and Daniel tries to not feel hurt by his surprised tone.

"Yes," he replies, "I found three already, see?" Daniel waves at his torso, then puts the basket on the desk for GP to peer into.

"Hm, yes, I see. This one jumped on my desk not too long ago, then started terrorizing me. Almost knocked my mug off the table, then tried sitting on my keyboard," GP explains, forgetting that he is still holding the kitten, and gesturing with both of his hands. The kitten doesn't seem to mind, though, blinking up at both Daniel and GP with a curious expression.

Daniel laughs. "How did you know it's Max?" he asks.

"Well, there are usually no kittens around here, so I figured someone must've split. And it's better to hold onto the kitten while people are looking for them," GP explains, then lifts the kitten.

"And I'm not sure, there's just something about his face that screams Max," he shrugs. "Also, he chose to bother me out of all other people in the room. Couldn't help it, right, Max?"

The kitten meows in reply, still sitting comfortably in GP's hold. For a kitten that was causing trouble a minute ago, he looks suspiciously docile.

"So, what trait do you think he is?" Daniel asks.

GP looks at the kitten and hums. "I would say his sense of Mischief. This kitten is very cheeky," he replies, petting the kitten between the ears.

"All of Max's kittens are cheeky. I had to chase these two around the room," Daniel says, gesturing to the two napping tuxedo kittens. "And I didn't even have to search for this one," he points at the one on his shoulder, "He found me himself!"

GP chuckles. "Sounds like our Max."

"Yeah, We're lucky he didn't turn into a bunch of lion cubs at least," Daniel jokes. Maybe it would be easier, actually. Lion cubs are big, it wouldn't be that hard to look for them.

"I don't think there are lions in the Netherlands, Daniel," GP says, shaking his head.

"What? Aren't they the national animal or something?" Daniel asks, exasperated.

GP turns his right hand, the one that's holding the kitten, and checks his watch. "You'll have to ask Max when he's back. Or maybe he'll remember. I have some work to do, so here-," he gently puts the kitten in the basket, "How many do you need to find still?"

With the black one, Daniel has four kittens now. "One or two more. Media team said it was five or six of them when Max split," he says.

"Alright. I think this one was the only kitten in this room, so you don't need to look here. Good luck, mate," GP says and claps him on the shoulder.

Daniel thanks him and picks up the basket. The black kitten inside walks up to the sleeping tuxedo one and baps him with his paw.

With a sigh, Daniel picks the black kitten up and puts him on his other shoulder.

"Behave, Max. Or I'll give you to Christian," he asserts, scratching the kitten between the ears.

[bamsara]

A03 Questions Tag Game

I got tagged by: @kagedbird I tag: @onethirdofimpossible, @coffincrows, (first two that come to mind) and anyone else who wants to do the game

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

At the time of writing this post, currently 30 fics. (Not including any fics or written works that are not posted to AO3)

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

1,066,633

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Formerly: Don't Starve, FNAF, Dragons Dogma, Invader Zim

Currently: Cult of the Lamb

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

Solar Lunacy, Celestial Omens, Bytes of Lunacy, The Rehabilitation of Death, Saturday Insomnia

5 – Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I also get very nervous responding because I often don't know what to say back and I feel like it's almost rude or disrespectful to respond to a comment, esp the very nice ones that are long and in-deph with just a keysmash or a bunch of emojis, but I do read every single one since I have email notifications on for them

I'd like to sit down and respond to many but I really don't want to make it awkward so pls dear god readers forgive me

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't like unhappy endings. I enjoy angsty stories but I like when it's at least ending happy to me

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not posted? Solar Lunacy

Ongoing? TROD

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? Most adults (in my experience) know the 'don't like don't read' rule and know basic online etiquette. I've gotten some for discontinuing a fic or switching fandoms though

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't write or draw NSFW! I like to make some suggestive themes sometimes, but I'm a very ace person, it's not something I do often. (I do have a current running goal that if my friend reaches their donation goal for their medical bills that I would give NSFW a shot, but again its not really my cup of tea)

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nah I haven't written any cross overs, but I do draw them sometimes. Recently I've been spinning a Alice in Wonderland x COTL crossover in my head.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. I've had people copy and paste my work, go in with a thesaurus to change a few words (like changing 'angry' to mad, 'upset' to 'sad', and so forth) to try and avoid detection and re-posted my written work under a different title name. AO3 staff took them down for violating their policy against plagiarism though

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I wouldn't mind it so as long as I'm asked before hand, though not on anon so I can actually work with the person to prevent any mistranslations or mishandling, and that I don't want my work posted to other websites

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

I think I did when I was a teen but I cannot remember now

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Eh I don't have any favorites, just ones I really focus on for a long while

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pass.

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I can sit down for hours or several days and work on a writing wip completely in the zone. I cant do it on command but its at least something I can do

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling and grammar, and sometimes long running sentences. I just kinda write, theres not really a goal for it to be perfect though so as long as the story gist and vibe is right, im fine with it

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before but only minor, had a friend help me with it (one or two lines of dialogue) Aside from that, I'm not comfortably fluent enough in anything to do it again without assistance

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Soul Eater, when I was wayyy too young to be posting anything on the internet. My fanfics I wrote are still on fanfic.net to this day

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

It's inbetween TROD and EE&E right now

[sabrondabrainrot]

🌦️Dark Sun and 🔅Servant Sun

I tried my hand at designing Servant Sun and Dark Sun.

I'm getting more caught up on the lore!! Click underneath for art closeups and more Lore rants and AU idea! Plus, I have sketches and a comic WIP I've been working on.

😉

There will be rambly spoilers to where I am in the Lore.

For Dark Sun I was inspired a lot by the thumbnails, they give him red eyes a lot in the thumbnails and I like the smarmy red eyed look of the guy. Tried to capture his 'regal-holier then thou' attitude in his design. He's still Sun though, so I used OG Sun's palette (my first Sun design!) to reflect the fact they have the same beginnings. I don't trust anything he says but I know something has totally happened to his Moon (I'm really banking on the idea he ATE him/ ATE his intelligence chip) so he carries his Moon's bell and he also repurposed the star pattern of Moon to parade it around as like a symbol his Moon is at his heal. I don't know if I like his final look but I think it's because I gave him dramatically darker shading vs the other Suns.

Servant Sun! Here's my take on him. He's been suffering for over 10000+ years under Lord Eclipse abuse. We saw how he was being punished just because Lore Eclipse was bored! I feel really bad for this Sun, it was hard to draw a design for him. I think despite his servant title Lord Eclipse just keeps him around not only to keep himself sane but also a trophy/slave to show off to Moon and the others in the afterlife. I had this like monologue for SSun basically, "The sound of bells long ago stopped ringing for the daycare attendant turned servant but Lord Eclipse still can hear the sound of metallic chimes when the neurotic servant cleans thanks to his fanciful additions." (aka the chime of chains) He's also got an apron that's falling apart and SSun used random old fabric to patch it up (it wasn't random it was his old clothes). I was really inspired by Meagancandraw's design of Servant Sun!

Here's my AU sketches. I'm planning to clean these up and maybe color them? This is basically just the AU idea that I think Sun is going to somehow get reborn but be a being reborn from star power and negative star power? I don't know if it's possible? He becomes a mix of the two in my AU. I know some current spoilers and basically I know he may be immune to negative star energy? He can also hold Star Power uniquely and it 'taste good to him'. I will never let go of the fact he told Moon it taste nice like dried watermelon. His untrained magical outburst was also compared to be as powerful as Golden Freddy's. There's big theory he's going to die or be sacrificed but I have this idea what if he's essentially remade? idk just rambly thoughts. So yeah, he has a cool new look to go with his magical transformation.

BTW he is very sad cause he can't be near his family in this AU my brain cooked up. He's basically radiation incarnate now <3 His eyes are cracked because they're intensely pouring out Star/Negative Star power. Just a constant pull and push of power circulating in him.

this is the comic idea I have currently. I don't have a ton of motivation so any encouragement to finish this comic idea would be super appreciated! I'm not a comic-type artist so this is out of my comfort zone (I've made a few comics but usually they are pretty janky)

ON TO THE RAMBLES - spoilers BEWARE:

NEW MOON MY BOY PLS YOU ARE HIDING STUFF FROM YOUR FAMILY. BOY NO. HE IS GONNA USE RUIN TO BRING BACK SOLAR?

Blood Moon just took Ruin. Also Dark Sun repaired Ruin after Molten took him to die in the dead dimension?? BOY??? Also, Dark Sun did something to Eclipse??? Bro is plotting. I wish I could get a read on Dark Sun but I don't even know how much of the truth he's been sharing thus far. He has no reason to tell anyone the truth and so far he hasn't hurt anyone just stole a bunch of data from Moon and built a bunker to escape total dimension collapse...He's just a big wild card for me.

Then there's New Moon, He's just actually going crazy after meeting Old Moon. Sun can tell something is wrong with his brother!!! I hope he can help him but spoilers tells me otherwise. The family is trying! Earth heard out Eclipse and Eclipse is getting Earth proof that Moon is currently cray-cray. Lunar is kind of hanging near Sun and Earth because the creator is now actively trying to kidnap him. So much spicy drama.

I don't pay attention much to the Freddy side of the plot but he's also dying?? bro??? What about Francine? The missing mom/wife? Poor Francine's suffering, she needs her mom and dad! I like that Puppet is hanging around her grandchild more it is very sweet. Foxy also got his 'bestfriend' Puppet a house/condo. hmm-Mmmhmm. Definitely no romantic tensions there. Definitely not.

(side bar, I don't ship Kidscove but I do ship the Foxy and Puppet do they have a ship name? Also no hate to Kidscove I just think Foxy treats Sun like a kid a lot. I like the gooseworld Kidscove. Sun laid eggs, so wholesome.)

Lunar is just waiting for news on his trial and I am in suspense hoo boy...Then the stuff with FC being put in a new body and Frank is not happy about it. I def can tell there's big lead up to the astral bodies making a big move I just wonder what the move will be. I feel like now Lunar and FC are going to end up being more intwined then they might think.

Also I love Dazzle!!! AAAGH! She and Jack are so cute! I loved the ep Sun took Dazzle and Lunar to the store that was so sweet. Can't wait to see more of them! They're such a cute dynamic! I like seeing Lunar put his best foot forward to help Dazzle too.

I can tell Moon is slowly distancing himself from the others but it's like this odd thing where he's no longer obsessed with Solar being back per sei...but he's obsessed over how HE has to be the one to bring Solar back in his way because HE promised and he wants to be better then Old Moon and yeah...he's got a very warped perspective I feel like? But Molten and Ruin BOTH pointed out Moon is being possessed by something so I think he's definitely sick? Or something is keeping him from seeing the error of his way.

Rambles over :)

I do plan to draw Solar and Eclipse and Lord Eclipse next but I'm stuck on what I want to do for Solar's design :P I might make a poll in the future!

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

WIP Wednesday ~ WIP File Game

Um hi there. *waves nervously* Soooo over the past two months, I've been tagged multiple times by different people to partake in various WIP Wednesday posts and WIP file games. Sadly, I haven't had as much time for fandom as I would have liked recently, and I've just let those tags sit there unanswered. Thank you for thinking of me @mega-aulover, @unnamednarrator, and @thesweetnessofspring.

I'm going to use this post to answer both types of tags, and the people I tag in turn, please choose which version you'd rather play, play both!, or play neither.

First... a snippet from chapter 40 of Spellbound:

“Peeta! Let me go!” There’s the metallic thunk of a heavy round. Hands yanking on my wrists. I stare at the body. His jaw blown off, silencing him forever. Eyes empty. Hollow. Gone. “Peeta?” That’s when the trembling starts. I blink and the shadows recede. His face gone, replaced with Haymitch’s skull gleaming oddly in the flashlight on the cave floor. The jawbone fallen at an odd angle.  Fingers dig into my wrists. Deep enough that it hurts. The pain in my wrists and my knee somehow grounds me. Pulls me away from that day in the sun baked streets and back into this one. “Peeta?” Katniss asks. I can barely make out her shape in the gloom, and I shake my head. Who dropped the flashlight? When did we wind up on our knees?  “I’m fine.”

And now for the more difficult part. Here's a list of my current WIP files. If it's listed as a story on AO3, I hope to finish it this year. If it's listed as not yet posted to AO3, then I'm hoping to start posting it/finish it this year. The third list is a bunch of random ideas that may never see the light of day, but I've included them for funsies.

Feel free to send an ask to receive a snippet if I have one, a summary, a long winded excuse for why it's still not done yet... I'm working tonight but I have tomorrow off and will answer asks then!

Stories on AO3:

Outside Chance

Outside Expectations

Outside the Lines

Spellbound

Where the Stars Crumble to Life

One Last Hope

Everything You Are

Ampersand (Series)

Fickle Games

No Reason

Holiday Havoc Ensues

Smutercising

Stories Not on AO3:

Bound to Get Burned

Caught in the Net of the World

The Courtship of Lambs

Crush My Bones with Bittersweet

Grief Catches Us All

Hand porn

In the Waiting Dark (the Red Moon Rises)

Kiss Me In the Dark

Making Dents in the Wall

Septimus

Sin Bin

Small Turn Ons

Spiral & Collission / Ellipses & Ignition

Tangled AU

Through the Eyes of My Love

To Know, Not to Be Known

Turning of the Seasons

You + Me

Random Files:

Anyways

Arrive Broken

The Art of Peeling Pearls

Autumn Delight

Awkward

Bed Head

Bend Me, Shake Me Any Way You Want Me

The Cold Side of the Bed

Dear Diary

Everlark on the Prairie

Fluffy Menace

Full Zeroes

Holiday Pet Sitters

Hypocrites

Kiss Me in the Dark

Kissing Clause

Last Dance

Long Have I Waited, My Darling

Love in the Library

Nude Dude Foods

On Lockdown

Peeta POV

Scrawled Upon My Skin

Shattered Into Ash

Seven Feathers

The Strong Arm of Justice

The Touch of Time

Under the Pink Sky

Yes, Chef

And Finally, for the Truly Brave (I mean it, don't do this if you have very clear lines of what you find acceptable in fanfiction), I will answer questions about my folder titled "What Is This Shit?!?!", where I put all of the weird, dark, morally questionable fic ideas that I'm certain about 95% of you all would absolutely hate. Actually some of them are not that bad, but others really are a dumpster fire. Send a number between 1 and 66 for a potentially unpleasant surprise, if you dare.

Now for the tags! I tag @mega-aulover @unnamednarrator, and @thesweetnessofspring because it's been over a week since each of you tagged me mwahahaha. Also tagging @shesasurvivor @louezem and @burkygirl (I've seen you lurking in my notes, don't think I didn't. Hope you've had a restful break from fandom and glad to see you around here again.)

[its-elioo]

Hello! Hope you're doing well. I recently read your crossover stories, and my goodness, THEY ARE AWESOME!!! I've never read something like that my entire life. Like, really, you combined 2 fandoms of my childhood. Also, I should mention your drawings as well! They are literally eye candy to me! Also, when I recently saw your message about the new book, I was so happy !!! Rescue Bots are also my faves! Can't wait for your story!

I have some questions for you :

1- If you're planning a new Robots and Magic story with Rescue Bots, will we see the Burns and Greene family or just our regular heroes with Heatwave's group?

2- Can you draw Sunset and other girls in Rescue Bots human style? I like this cartoons style!

3- Will you be remodelling/ redesigning the Rescue Bots characters, or will they remain in their original form? (If you remodel them, please make Blurr blue like his G1 or Cyberverse styled. He is my favourite autobot)

4- Did you know that Heatwave is Optimus Prime's descendant? (OP, there was called Star Optimus Prime, I checked Transformers Wiki) In the Age of the Primes promotional material toy line, I found out about that!

5- Do you think Servo and Spike would be best friends?

Best wishes! 💖💖💖

GAH THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! <333

1. I'm currently planning a one-shot crossover story. Right now, it's still in the early concept phase — I haven’t nailed down exactly when I’ll start writing, since I haven’t watched the entire Rescue Bots series yet, there are still a few gaps in my knowledge I’d like to fill before fully diving in. However, I do know that the setting will likely take place sometime before the events of Rescue Bots Academy, to keep the story grounded in the original show's tone and dynamic. As for the human characters, I’m not entirely sure whether the Greene family will make an appearance — I’m still debating how many supporting characters to include — but the Burns family is definitely on my list!

2. Ehhh… I probably won’t be able to do it (busy with work and stuff) I’ve got a bunch of wips that I also need to finish before taking on anything new. If I do end up depicting them in that style, it would be something simple — most likely keeping their designs close to their original looks, but with dotted eyes and softer features to match the Rescue Bots animation style.

3. Nah, I’ll be keeping the Rescue Bots in their original designs. I like how they look!

4. Oh wow, I had no idea! That’s an awesome bit of lore.

5. Yesss — I absolutely think Servo and Spike would be best buds!

Thanks for the questions! 💖❤️

[voxofthevoid]

Started a new fic, so time for a new WIP Wed series—Fem GoYuu Infidelity Wednesday #1 ✨

It's a no-powers AU, and as the name suggests, it's genderbent femlash and there's infidelity—namely, Gojou cheating on her wife (Getou) with her student (Yuuji). I'd recommend that stsg shippers among my readers give this a pass, unless you're cool with all the ugly, messy shit that comes out of cheating plotlines like this.

My outline currently has 9 chapters of every single character being horrible in terribly mundane ways. It's great.

Onward!

“You shouldn’t be here, Itadori Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s head snaps toward the very familiar voice that also shouldn’t be here, and sure enough, there she is—Yuuji’s physics teacher, looming over her just like how she does in class.

But there’re a few key differences that make Yuuji’s mouth run dry.

Gojou’s in a dress that’s nothing like the sharp suits she wears to school. Those are dark, sleek things, with edges poised to cut. Or maybe that’s just Gojou herself. It’s hard to tell. Yuuji’s looked, sometimes more than she should. She doesn’t know how anyone wouldn’t. Gojou’s stunning in the suits.

But they cover her from throat to toes, while the dress…definitely doesn’t.

It’s a vivid red, plain but with a satiny finish. Short and strapless. It starts halfway down Gojou’s bust and barely reaches mid-thigh, and the end result is a whole lot of skin.

And tits.

That’s a lot of tits spilling right out.

“My eyes are up here,” Gojou says drily.

Yuuji jolts a little, a rough little noise tearing free. Gojou probably can’t hear it over the din of the bar, but with Yuuji’s luck, she probably has. Not like she needs more rope to hang Yuuji with, with how she physically can’t tear her eyes off her teacher’s extremely generous cleavage.

Those suits show off Gojou’s figure just fine, but they apparently hide a lot too.

There’s movement—Gojou folding her arms across her chest. It’s not any kind of self-consciousness, seeing as it just shoves her breasts toward each other, creamy flesh bunching together till it looks like they’ll break free of the thin red fabric somehow clinging to the bulging—

“Yuuji.”

Yuuji’s spine snaps straight, her eyes flying to Gojou’s face. It’s a weird kind of familiarity. This song and dance has happened so many times before—Yuuji staring out the window and daydreaming, then the serrated lash of her name pulling her out of it and toward the woman staring down at her unimpressed from right next to her seat.

Gojou’s wearing the exact same impression now, but everything else is different.

“Sorry, sensei,” Yuuji says anyway.

Gojou’s eyes narrow further. They’re a bright, burning blue. That’s another thing. Gojou wears sunglasses at school, even indoors. Some guy asked about it, that first day—needled her if she’s blind or something. Gojou said something very vague about sensitive eyes and then asked a barrage of questions that left Yuuji’s classmate sweating and red-faced in his seat.

Yuuji still remembers the way Gojou smiled through the whole thing—close-lipped, cutting, and utterly genuine.

Gojou’s not smiling now. That’s probably a good thing.

“Say that louder,” Gojou says finally, “and maybe they’ll kick you out before I have to drag you out.”

“Kick me…” It takes a moment for her to understand what Gojou means. “Oh. That’s fine, I guess. I’ll just find another spot.”

It’s Tokyo. There’s no shortage of bars and nightclubs and other dark, warm places Yuuji legally shouldn’t be in. There’s even a good number that’s for women who want women. Yuuji did do her research. A little dubious now and then, but she learned what she needed to, maybe more than she wanted to.

Besides, men are fine too. Some of them take a little longer to get with the program, looking at her hair and her face and making all sorts of assumptions, but it works out most of the time, one way or the other. When it doesn’t, she hasn’t had to do more than twist an arm or break a few fingers.

But she’s learned that she prefers this—the women, the clothes, the scents.

“—happened before?”

Yuuji hears the tail end of the question, refocusing on the present to see Gojou’s arched eyebrow, and her brain decides to be helpful for once, filling in the blanks.

She shrugs. “Nah. I’ve always gotten away with it.”

Gojou’s other eyebrow joins the first. Yuuji’s a little jealous; she’s never been able to raise just one. Then Gojou’s gaze drops from Yuuji’s face, and the jealousy withers, replaced by a sweet, shuddering something that makes Yuuji sit even straighter, suddenly burningly aware of her body in a way she’s used to when it comes to this place and its patrons but not when facing this particular woman.

But the way Gojou’s looking at her—Yuuji knows that look. She recognizes the places that heat up under that heavy regard.

Yuuji’s thighs and chest are covered up, unlike Gojou’s, but those bright blue eyes wander over them anyway. Her legs are tucked under the table, so all that’s there for Gojou to see is the side of a thigh, covered in plain blue denim. Yuuji’s not packing much in the tits department either, and her tube top is a snug, comfortable fit. But the jeans are skin-tight, and the top shows off the firmness of her chest. Yuuji picked them carefully—something she bothers with only when coming to this place. And something tells Yuuji that Gojou’s the sort of woman who’ll notice every detail.

Yuuji definitely notices how Gojou’s eyes dart to the parts Yuuji has bared—both of her arms, her entire midriff.

And Gojou’s gaze, it lingers.

Yuuji flexes instinctively. It’s a pretty new habit, developed only after she started coming to this place regularly. She’s found that the women who eye her muscles with naked hunger are the kind of women she likes in bed.

And there’s something very surreal about watching her movie-star pretty teacher, the brightest and scariest at her school, turn that look on her, but the heat that pools in Yuuji’s gut is only hotter and sweeter for it.

“My eyes,” Yuuji says softly, “are also up here, sensei.”

Gojou’s eyes snap to Yuuji’s face, and they’re still that impossibly bright blue but there’s a darker edge to them that makes parts of Yuuji throb in anticipation. 

Gojou raises a finger and taps the corner of her mouth. “I’ve never seen you look like this.”

Yuuji blinks, tonguing her lips. The lipstick tastes like plastic nothing, as always. That’s another new habit.

“It makes me look older,” she says.

“It does,” Gojou says, her tone considering. “Surprisingly. Usually, it just makes it very clear that a girl like you is exactly as young as she’s trying not to be. But you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” She cocks her head, and her eyes are still locked on Yuuji’s own, but she gets the feeling that Gojou’s seeing the entire rest of her all at once. “Who taught you how to do that, Yuuji?”

That’s…not a question Yuuji was expecting, somehow. No one else has asked. Not even the other couple of women who sussed out her age before taking her home—and took her home anyway.

But none of them were Gojou Satoru.

It makes her honest. “My mother.”

Gojou hums. “I wonder if she knows what her daughter’s using that knowledge for.”

She probably does. But all Yuuji says is, “She won’t care.”

Gojou says nothing, but her eyes don’t waver. She barely seems to blink. Yuuji’s still acutely aware of her body, but it’s a little less pleasant this time—an awareness that goes beyond the flesh to gnaw on ugly, buried things.

And then Gojou uncrosses her arms and slides smoothly into the seat opposite Yuuji. It’s a two-person booth, which has always felt perfect whether Yuuji’s alone or has company, but the moment Gojou sits down, space seems to shrink.

This place isn’t enough to contain this woman.

“You realize,” Gojou says casually, “that I won’t let you stay here?”

Yuuji blinks. “Does that mean you’re taking me home?”

Pure shock splinters Gojou’s features, the sight novel and thrilling. It doesn’t last, wry amusement taking its place. “That’s quite the leap, Yuuji-chan.”

Yuuji makes a face at the honorific; Gojou only pulls that out when she really wants to needle Yuuji. And sure, Yuuji’s usually done something to earn it—a lackluster performance in Gojou’s class, mostly—but it still grates. And right now, she doesn’t think she’s done anything to deserve it. Gojou’s the one who came to her.

And it’s not really a leap anyway.

“I’m here because I don’t want to go home, sensei. If you want me to leave, you need to give me somewhere to go.”

“Need to, huh,” Gojou drawls, a corner of her mouth curling up. She’s not wearing lipstick. But her lips are glossy in that wet-looking way. That hasn’t changed. Gojou wears lip gloss to school too, and it never seems to fade no matter how much she talks. “And why don’t you want to go home?”

Yuuji shrugs. “No one’s there.”

Gojou’s smile turns into a frown, and then her expression blanks, except it doesn’t lose an iota of intensity as she stares at Yuuji.

Yuuji weathers it, forcing herself not to look away from that piercing blue.

She can guess the kind of assumptions Gojou’s making. Some of them are probably right too, given the sheer variety of Yuuji’s family situation. Her dad’s dead, her grandpa’s in the hospital, her mum’s off on one of her many world trips, and her aunt is—

Her aunt doesn’t count. It’s not like Sukuna lives with Yuuji and Kenjaku.

There’s a soft sigh. Gojou’s shaking her head. “Fine. You can sleep off your illicit drinks in my guest room.”

[pinkyjulien]

WIP Saturday 🙋‍♂️

Been slowly gettin' back into CP77 modding and wanted to do some comfy hoodie :3

First attempt was a port from Marvelous Designer

Everything was going fine, weight was decent, but trying to get the materials right was fucking my groove up

Wasn't satisfied with how it looked, the shadows were unpleasant, and couldn't find any materials that I liked - so I ended up tossing it aside (didn't delete it! Might rework in the future when I feel better about it 👀)

Instead, I decided to work from a Vanilla garment!

Pics from Khagan's Clothing Catalog

I love this hoodie and used it a lot during my PL playthrough - tho it's way too crowded for what I had in mind, a simple, comfy hoodie

Even if I was able to delete some of the additional bits, a big part of it is actually baked into the main submesh (like a lot of vanilla meshes)

After my unbuckled Aldecaldos jacket I feel more confident tackling heavy editing projects tho, so this wasn't TOO spooky 👌

First thing first, I deleted a big chunk from the left top side and kept the bottom part (to keep the assymetry and natural flow of the fabric) then I mirrored the right side and connected everything to the remaining left side

Fixing a mesh up means I also need to unwrap its UVs again - AND that means duplicating, moving and flipping the normal map to follow the new unwrapped uvs

Same with the mlmask layers, but that comes later 🧍‍♂️

The original Hoodie has a bunch of additional meshes; the sleeves and hoods variants are on a separate mesh that gets called by the OG entity

I decided to merge everything into a single mesh, easier to handle for me in the AXL structure later 🔎

Regardless, still needed to move the sleeves and hoods to match the new fixed left side (since its a mirror of the right side!)

Now that the meshes are fixed both model and UV wise, need to re-weight it from the OG garment 🤚 That concludes the 3D part

AXL side, I went with 4 different garment ent and apps to handle the 4 variants; default (hood down, long sleeves), hooded, rolled sleeves, and hooded + rolled!

A fun lil detail with this mesh is that the hood doesn't have any garment support - with this in mind I decided to use the T1 - inner torso - slots to allow us to wear vest on top of the hoodie

😫👌 Idk idk it scratch my stinky brain really good HGHFH I love it

With everything ready, t'was time to tackle the FUN part; the appearaaaaanceeeees 🤠

I first had 4 designs with 5 colors each - but it quickly turned into 6 colors each; first design being the "basic" / default one, that I named "edgewear"

Gotta keep in mind that each color has 4 mesh variants, so that's already 24 items

I then used the beloved "orange leather" vanilla hoodie with the white barghest face on it (the one I used through my PL playthrough! probably my favorite tbh) as a base for my next design, "quilted"

It has a cute skunk ass hood 🦨

And I'm currently still working on a third design inspired by Varsity Jackets, the... well gfhhg "varsity" design

All of the appearances are still Wips and might change 🧍‍♂️

and I'd like to maybe add one more BUT... that's already 74 items, I don't like having too much options hgfh but dynamic AXL makes it really easy to just go apeshit with variations

ANYWAY I felt like doing another Behind The Mod TM post :3 some of y'all like them and I like sharing my modding stuff!

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post share the last line you wrote or drew for your current WIP!

Thanks for the tag @archivewriter1ont ! (And can I just say I am SO stoked to read your latest Plo Koon story!!!) 😁 I'm kinda between works right now - just finished a long fic and have a bunch of new ideas that are currently not much more than barely coherent run-on descriptive sentences/snippets of dialogue 😆 - so I hope it's okay for me to share a line from the completed fic and the lines that actually pass as sentences from an idea that I'm fairly certain will soon become a WIP!

✨ Last lines I wrote for my recently completed clone rebellion fic (I actually wrote the epilogue before I wrote this scene):

“And we won,” Omega reiterated with immense satisfaction.

Echo thought of all the brothers that had been lost, of the long – far too long – list of names on the memorial wall on the base on Predonia. He thought of the brothers who were still alive, no longer in imminent danger of being arrested but still preferring to stay in the shadows, keep out of the Empire’s way, remain unnoticed. He thought of the fact that all the clones still weren’t completely safe, that they still weren’t considered citizens, still had very few rights, still had no voice in galactic affairs beyond one brave Pantoran senator who was willing to take on the additional burden of speaking for them. He thought of the fact that Omega and the rest of Clone Force 99 were still in danger if they ever left Pabu, that it was only by a stroke of sheer luck that Pabu hadn’t remained permanently on the Empire’s radar.

They hadn’t won entirely, not by a long shot.

But it was a start, and that was good enough for now.

“Yes,” Echo said with a smile that matched Omega’s. “We won.”

✨ Last sentences I wrote for an idea for Summer of Bad Batch 2025 that I will likely commit to officially working on soon:

Hera: Kanan, these are the clones who helped my family escape the Empire when I was young  (Kanan asks if Crosshair was one of them, no he wasn't, and Kanan says well maybe the others are fine but Crosshair isn't)

Hunter: Look, none of us knew what was happening then. We didn't want to hurt you...

Kanan [scoffs]: That one very much wanted to hurt me. He tried to kill me.

Tech: Crosshair's inhibitor chip activated when the regs' did. Why his activated when ours did not remains unclear.

Kanan: Yeah, chips again. Rex, you told me the clones had a choice!

Omega opens her mouth, Crosshair knows she's about to explain more about the inhibitor chips but he doesn't want her to, there's no point and he has no excuse anyway

Crosshair: We did. They made the right choice. I didn't. I'm... sorry. (pause) I should wait back on the ship.

NPT: @lifblogs , @leapingbadger , @niobiumao3 , @indigofyrebird , @rendomski , @tlmtwelve , @fanfoolishness , and anyone else who wants to participate! (I don't know for sure who all are writers/artists here so please do jump in even if you aren't tagged!)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Just out of curiosity, how many WIPs are you working with right now? And what makes you abandon one? Do you write when the 'inspiration' hits or do you see it as a task to be done? It gets too much for me sometimes, I'm quick to abandon them.

You are such an inspiration though, keep sharing your brilliant mind!!

Not including the Witcher, which I now consider on "hiatus" with the potential of going back when/if the Witcher 4 and new book heal something in me - twenty-five. I have a bunch of prompts with semis (lol) where I have an idea but I haven't started it yet.

I write when inspiration hits and to relax. My job drifts between a 55 and 75 hour week, so I have my fill of tasks to be done. I will never really abandon anything, I'll keep it because sometimes I can repurpose a part of it for another project (like yanking out spare parts from a car for your current one). I'd really recommend doing the same, Non.

The only way I'll abandon something is if I am harassed on it, or the fandom does something that gives me the ick. I have one (1) officially abandoned piece of work on AO3 and it's on Anonymous.

And because you've been so bloody lovely, here's another for Red Leaf 🍁 Anon who asked for a Part 2 (official) of hair pulling Nikpriceghost (rough, unedited).

Simon drew in a shuddering breath and rich cigar smoke flooded his tongue, the warm familiarity of it settling his heart, the calm rolling through his muscles as he closed his eyes. Nik smoked Cohiba. Smooth, rich. Simon couldn't dissect the flavour profile, his palette blunted by cheap roll ups and scorching cups of tea, but he could pick out the familiar notes of coffee beans, cocoa and leather, with just a hint of sweetness at the back of his tongue, as curls of wispy grey drifted by his face. Price said Cohibas were a smooth smoke, with a nice draw. All Simon knew was that he only ever smoked them when Nik was over, and so Simon had come to associate that smell with the roiling desire in his gut as he watched Nik's hands circle a scotch glass.

What had started out as a mild fascination since Nik's fingers had slid into his hair was now an all out infatuation. The series of events that had led to this moment were a cacophony of noise and images fading slowly into the back of his mind. All that mattered was the now. The smell of expensive cigars, the slow, calm breaths of the man before him and the other somewhere in the shadows of his peripheral, and the feel of strong fingers stroking up and down his neck, urging his face close to the warmth of the solid body in front of it. 

Simon knelt at Nik's feet. They had taken his shirt and his pale nipples had peaked in the air conditioning. He could feel it prickle over the hairs on his arms, over the sensitive, bare skin of his face, so unused to being without his balaclava even at the height of summer. And yet, despite being so exposed, Simon felt utterly grounded. Safe. Nik wore a blindfold, unable to see the vacant, soft look on Simon's face as he gazed up at him, the slow way Simon blinked as he focused on Nik's fingers stroking his hairline, tracing the groove at the centre of his neck and the top vertebrae of his spine. 

Simon was desperate for Nik's touch, to feel his hands and body against every inch of his own. He ached, like he would crack open if Nik took his hands away. But showing his face had felt like a step too far in these early days when the connection was still new, untested; his desire like a raw nerve. Nik hadn't even questioned the insanity of Simon being more comfortable showing his dick than his damn face, standing calmly as Price had tied the blindfold behind his head. Simon had worried that it would diminish Nik in some way, make him uncertain, but the big Russian hadn't even broken his bloody stride. He oozed control in the same way he breathed oxygen; natural, unthinking, effortless.

[wolfpants]

writer questions

Thank you so much for the tags, @houndsinhades @citrusses @arminaa8! I loved reading your responses! What a talented, thoughtful bunch of lovelies you all are.

How many works do you have on ao3? 72

What is your total wordcount? 821k

Top 5 stories by kudos:

Romp and Circumstance (Drarry) Pages of You (Drarry, Wolfstar) Forever Live and Die (Wolfstar) Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming (Wolfstar) Terrible People (Drarry)

Do you respond to comments? I read and respond to every comment! I'm not always timely with it (usually because I freeze up trying to figure out something to say other than a bashful 'thank you!').

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? It's between In My Room and The Hollow. Probably The Hollow.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Gotta be Pages of You. I wanted that fic to exude queer joy.

Do you write crossovers? Not yet!

Have you received hate for a fic? Sure. Plenty of times. In My Room seems to have caused a lot of contention, either for the character choices (they're teenagers, and they make a lot of mistakes, and not everyone is good all the time), or just for the way it's written.

Do you write smut? Hello, pervert.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware!

Have you ever had a fic translated? No. I'm boring and don't allow translations of my fics :(

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm currently in the process! It's been so much fun. I'm learning a lot about [censored]! @citrusses and I can't wait to share this with the world. Watch this space...

What is your all-time favourite ship? Drarry. Closely followed by Wolfstar, Dron, and Sirry.

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will? *stares at WIP graveyard* I mean. I have a lot here. The sequel to In My Room isn't quite dead yet but it's not looking great. I also have a fairly hefty Drarry matchmaking romcom fic that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day...

What are your writing strengths? Outlining, organising, etc.

What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing, emotion, beginnings and endings (endings especially) I always struggle with. Letting my self doubt steal my pen away from me.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I'd only do this if I had a native speaker to consult/work with.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written yet but would like to? I think I've written pretty much all HP ships I enjoy (and if I haven't, you will see them appear soon in Kinkuary...). But there are a few fandoms I'd love to write for! If I was brave enough...

Inception House of the Dragon Captive Prince Snowbaz

What's your favourite fic you've ever written? I think my writing was probably strongest at The Hollow. That's where I peaked 😂 But my personal favourite, story-wise, is probably Pages. I'm really proud of that one, and even though it has kinks and bumps in it, it's still my first Drarry, my longest fic, and the one I think I poured most of my heart into.

tagging @hoko-onchi-writes @the-invisibility-bloke @magpiefngrl @skeptiquewrites @sorrybutblog @toomuchplor and anyone who wants a go!

[mjparkerwriting]

author ask tag

Thank you @the-inkwell-variable and @oliolioxenfreewrites for tagging me. I had to think hard on these answers.

I'll use my current WIP for this. It was once called TLBH. Now, its WotG. We will see if it changes again.

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I think the main lesson would be that there's always something bigger than you, and sometimes you have to decide whether or not that something is great enough for you to change as a person. My characters go through and will continue to go through a lot. They are constantly tested and while some of them rise above it all--no question about it, others struggle with every step. Some are never able to stand up at all.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

I used the real world as inspiration. I really like history and religion, so I studied tons of cultures and languages and historical events. I have a lot of mythology, history, and religion/philosophy books and links saved because I'm just so fascinated with how everyone sees and understands things differently.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

It is multiple POV, but without giving away too much, I’d say that every character is searching for purpose and acceptance in one way or another. I think I, as the writer, want to show how motivations change as we change as people, and that's okay. I want to tell a story that inspires people to love, change, fight, and live.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

I'm currently looking at a series with five books total. This first story will have 35-36 chapters.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

All OG. I want to publish traditionally, but we'll see what happens.

When did you start writing?

Since I could string together semi complex thoughts and also hold a pencil lol. I've always liked writing. I started writing fanfics some time in high school, maybe around age 15. If you want to get technical, though, my first fanfiction was in elementary school and it was about young Jack Sparrow before he became THEE Jack Sparrow.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

WRITE! Who cares if you think it's ass?

Write the story you always wanted to read but could never find.

Talk to other writers. Make friends. It can be very lonely, but having people that understand what you're doing and are also going through the same process is helpful.

I'm still working on the last one.

I follow a ton of writers on here, so I think I'll tag a bunch of people just for the hell of it.

@frantheram @mrbexwrites @stargazingdustbunny @marsh0mallows99th @cwritesfiction @writingamongther0ses @paintedbutton @inkednotebook @lukas-wrld @writinglittlebeasts @vicwriting @kae-luna @the-orangeauthor @kckramer @ghost-type-writer @phynewrites @wildswrites @jamieanovels @tabswrites

[likeawildthing]

As a recovering GirlBoss, I’m officially breaking up with my post-Christmas planning routine:

26- all Christmas decorations down

27- take stock of current year

28- values assessment

29- SMART goals for upcoming year with 6-8 life categories, fully planned by quarter

30-31 fully form this in my bullet journal while watching The life changing Magic of Tidying Up

Jan 1: Bring. It. On. Whole house, health, and work reset.

Sound exhausting? It was!

I don’t look on this era of my life (2016-2022) with cringe. Quite the opposite! That girl radically transformed her life from a broke, traumatized, single mom, community college dropout to a financially stable, creative, happy, MBA graduate with her dream job.

I am so grateful for her drive, determination, and passion. I am so proud of her.

And also? I’m so relieved I can no longer relate.

As someone whose core values are consistently curiosity and growth, I’m willing to adapt and change over time, shedding practices that no longer serve me in favor of those that do.

In 2022, at my post-graduation dinner, I signed a napkin promising my friends I would slow down. And I did, immediately scaling back my volunteerism and commitments in favor of radical rest and the pursuit of creative endeavors.

That winter, I made a paper chain to count down towards the winter Solstice in an effort to thwart the post-time change blues. When it worked, I adopted warmth, coziness, and light into my winter routine. Candles. Electric blankets. A soup a week. I also adapted my speed, just as we have done for most of our time on this earth. It also worked!

Since then, naturally, I’ve slowly been attuning my life to the seasons.

Spring — renewal, garden, waking up. Summer — enjoying time outdoors, being active and social.

Fall — abundance and gratitude, preparation for the holidays.

Winter is now a time of peace, joy, and reflection. I close my curtains at four, intentionally, and turn on my lamps, hit Netflix fireplace, and hang with a craft on my lap and good music in the background.

But I was still clinging to that last vestige of my GirlBoss era—my post-holiday planning session.

On the 26th, I couldn’t bring myself to take down the tree. She’s gorgeous and I love her! She’s staying up until January 6th this year. With the new job, I can’t take the entire week off. That’s ok! I still started my planning process.

No buy 2025.

Nervous system regulation.

A holistic health plan.

Glow up 2025!

Bucket list travel items.

To read, watch, and listen liste.

WIP creative projects.

Home to do list.

Dopamine list

Dot grid notebook ordered.

Action steps! Quarterly plans! Stationary!

And this morning, with my bullet journal still unfinished, I tried to reconcile stacks of paper with notes, dozens of screen shots, and multiple notes apps.

I felt frazzled, overwhelmed, and defeated. Why couldn’t I pick a path forward? Why couldn’t I even start a January page. Planning is my jam! As an ADHDer, it’s practically my calling.

So I had to ask myself…why am I doing this? If this is something I truly want to do, that aligns with my values, then it shouldn’t be this hard.

My time of renewal has transitioned to spring; so shouldn’t that be my time of planning for the new year? Isn’t it a little crazy to have fifteen major life goals this year? 2024 just wrapped up, so shouldn’t I take time to reflect on it, take stock, and truly understand what I want to take into my next year? Shouldn’t I take time to recover from the holidays? Would the world end if I stay slow and steady and take this slow season to fill my metaphorical well?

No, it will not.

So that’s what I’m doing.

My January calendar is noted with intentional social engagements and creative time. I put my goals away and instead loaded a bunch of reflective journal prompts to work through in the next month. Or two. Or three!

It feels vulnerable and wrong, not walking into the New Year with a Plan. But the bigger part of me thinks my lowercase plan—to rest, reflect, and connect with my friends and family, is going to work just fine.

So my hope for you is that you are at peace with where you’re at. And if you aren’t at peace, that you take the time to understand why, and that you’re willing to adjust course.

If you need a GirlBoss era, l will cheer you on, every step of the way! If you have a few goals, I hope you stick with them!

But if you, like me, want to stay slow, recover, and savor the season?

Come and sit.

How would you like your tea?

Ref pics (the napkin, my tree):