#also this isn't a wip I just came up with it on the spot

[kuebiko-writing]

Blackridge

"That's it, I can't."

I look up as Sam stops walking and wipes the sweat from his face. When he drops his hand, I see a bead of sweat roll off his finger.

"We've been climbing forever." He says.

"Keep pointing out the obvious, Mr. Shaer," Marshall sighs. "We're almost at the top."

"Does that look like the top to you?!" Sam shouts, flinging his hand in an exasperated gesture at the craggy rocks that rise ahead of us like sentinels. "I'm dying. My legs are cramping up."

"Very well. Five minutes," Marshall says.

Sam flops on the trail, his boots sending small pebbles skittering down the hill. His shoulders deflate as he shakes his empty water bottle. I adjust the strap of my backpack full of research materials and notebooks as it saws into my shoulder and squint at Marshall.

"You're antsy. What's wrong?"

The man shakes his head and scratches the scruff on his neck as he surveys the trail like he's looking for something. "Nothing is wrong, but on this trail, nothing is ever right. There is always some disaster."

"But you've been doing this for years," I point out. "And you always come back in one piece."

A bird song echoes in the hiss of the wind, and Marshall's lips part in a slow, horrible smile.

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

[aceofshitposts]

Well I've been tagged in a couple different wip games but honestly have just had nothing to show for them lmao but uh I've had this rattling around in my head for a while so I hope this makes up for it a bit lmao

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Tim hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulders, weaving through the throngs of people in the airport. He got a few odd looks from the security people but even with hands clumsy with youth he was able to forge a convincing enough letter from his parents about him travelling to meet them.

It's before disaster, everything is a little relaxed and therefore it's simple, really, to get through with minimal fuss.

Tim isn't entirely sure how he ended up here, in a body too young and too healthy but he's never been one to waste an opportunity. He's perhaps lucky this was one of the weeks between boarding schools, where his mom pulled him out due to her beverage dissatisfaction with various school curriculums. It meant they were out of the country but he was still in Gotham and not being watched over by any teachers.

Gate 57B. This is where he should be. Tim scans the people sitting in the uncomfortable plastic airport chairs, all waiting to board. It's not a particularly busy flight so it's easy to spot.

Off white hoodie and baggy jeans, clothes designed specifically to not draw attention and disguise body shape. Black hair falling over turquoise eyes that are focused on the rough looking paperback in his lap. There's a duffle bag sitting against his beat up sneakers that Tim just knows the contents of without even trying.

"Jason?" Tim asks coming to stand in front of the other teenager with both hands gripping his backpack straps. He's aiming for curious. Disarming. He can't be too formal or Jason will really know something's wrong and not the way Tim wants.

Jason raises his head lazily. Like a bored teenager being called to answer a question by a teacher. But Tim can see the immediate suspicion, the slight tensing of Jason's jaw and the way his eyes scan Tim to identify threats.

Tim isn't a threat. Not yet, anyway. Not like this. He can sneak around undetected, can forge papers and send anonymous emails to Batman while hiding amongst a throng of other school kids. His mind remembers, knows all the how's, of course, but his body lacks the muscle memory to truly execute anything beyond simple defense moves.

Frustrating, honestly, but probably to his advantage right now. He still has his mind and that's the most important part.

"Do I know you, kid?" Jason asks.

"No" --not yet-- "but I need your help."

Jason raises a single eyebrow and Tim makes a bit of a show of inhaling deeply, gathering courage and whispers, "I need Robin's help."

Jason's eyes widen, all pretenses of calm evaporating with a single startled inhale.

It's a little bit of a gamble, Tim knows. But it's a calculated gamble. Telling Jason the truth was out immediately, as was telling Bruce. Waltzing up to Jason to tell him if he boards that plane he was going to die would probably only embolden him further. Telling Bruce would send him into protective parent overdrive. He was trying, Tim knows, to give Jason some space and independence.

Pleading for Jason's help, for Robin's help, it was at least going to get Jason interested. Tim being a kid was also in his favour. Even as the Red Hood, Jason always had a soft spot for kids in need. And with Jason knowing what he currently knows about his mother, that she was an emergency doctor in the Middle East, he would probably rationalize that his mom won't be upset if he shows up a little later than expected.

"Now boarding Flight AA6237, please form a line with your passport and boarding ticket ready."

That's Jason's flight. If Jason gets on that plane Tim still has backup plans but it would be so much easier if Jason just came with him.

Jason stands suddenly, hefting his duffle bag onto his shoulder with one hand and grabbing Tim's sleeve with the other.

"Alright kid, bathroom's this way," he says with maybe a little more volume than strictly necessary.

Tim beams, genuine and wide. Jason was at least going to hear him out. Jason Todd wasn't going to die, not today and not tomorrow or the next day.

This was only the first item on Tim's list but, it was a start.

And if for a moment, only a second really, Tim forgets about a terrible future, about the pain of a blade against his throat or a batarang in his chest or bruises and missing spleens and deaths and revivals, and simply relishes in the thought that Robin was now urgently leading him somewhere more private to probably interrogate him--

Well. That's just the adrenaline.

It doesn't mean anything.

[somefishycat]

WIP Wednesday December 25, 2024

I started writing a brand new WIP this week! I'm having fun with it.

Everything's under the cut:

marble wall 2 for @asha10100101010 @spindoctor3875 @zyrafowe-sny

At one end, all the clothes are tiny tiny. These are really little kid clothes. As he walks down the row, they get larger, things he could have worn when he was 7 and 8 and 9. He stops walking when he gets to the stuff that would have fit him a year ago, right before starting witch puberty. “Dad pretended to be really upset when I woke up one day and none of my clothes fit anymore,” he says. “But he was smiling when he said it, so I know he was joking. Did you have to—” And he looks behind him, ready to ask Hunter if it was so sudden for him, too, but Hunter isn't there. He looks around and spots the ghost on the far side of the store next to Luz.

marble wall 3 for @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @eriquin

“Something like that, then. It also rained yesterday, would that make it dark earlier?” Luz stands and stretches. She puts a hand in her pocket, then pats at her neck, and then looks around the room again. “Gus has it,” Hunter reminds her. “Haha, right! Still not used to that,” she laughs weakly.

ones left behind for @kalira @rainy-weather-supremacy @stonemaskedtaliesin

Partially, anyway. She's still struggling. Eber clings harder, because if he falls off she'll turn and disembowel him and that would just be the most embarrassing way to die as a beastkeeper. Ripped apart after trapping himself, and not even by a real beast. “Get the smelly water!” he snaps at Raine, because elixir is not a word most beasts are familiar with. “Drink it,” he adds, gentler, to the demon he’s pulling fistfuls of feathers out of. The owl beast shakes her head. Which isn't really surprising. Eber will fully admit, here inside this net designed to hold beasts that could swallow him whole, that he fucked this up just a little bit.

Bead Flapjack for @balthazarusrex @wizisbored @whimsicalmeerkat @tamsinswriting

Started with this:

[id: the incomplete head of a cardinal made of glass beads]

And now I'm here:

[id: the same beaded cardinal head, with more rows added at the top]

untitled 17776 thing (Juice fic) for @inevitablyuncertain @catboy-jupiter @auburnlaughter @twyrewolf @sarosthewizarddude

definitely moving. moving real fast where am i going also who am i. should have started with that i have a camera oh! lots of cameras [Image of Jupiter and moons] that's jupiter why am i going to jupiter to get more stupider? who even came up with that anyway some kid i guess i've got all this other shit too there's something called pride? fuck yeah i have pride

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Mass Effect Wips? Do tell~!

I've got a few. I think the one I've been playing with the longest though is a novelization of the series where I explore my oldest character ever Artemis Shepard.

Artemis is the colonist Butcher of Torfan who is haunted by her past and struggles heavy with addiction while also tackling her depression. She lost her twin brother Apollo (her mother was a Greek woman obsessed with myths) and found him on Torfan.

She isn't okay.

And I love exploring her because she is just... My oldest character and I love her. She's the one I really started to understand how I needed to research things with because one day while in a religions class it came to mind ‘oh she's Jewish’ and then I started researching and it just... I was suddenly fully aware I needed to research everything.

I love Artemis. She goes from angry, hurting and so damn tired to a big damn hero who finally has a happy ending.

The other I've got a soft spot for is an isekai where the character ends up being Shepard’s aunt somehow and gets with Thane. There's a lot of drama there.

Another I have is a TMNT crossover. Yeah. (Look I got inspired by someone else and it evolved)

Then I have the BNHA crossover where Hisashi is Shepard but that's more BNHA focus then Mass Effect

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter One|| The Isekai’d Oracle||

This is very short and I will be posting more sneak peeks of the wip chapter and drawings of possible spoilers for future scenes. For clarification, this is a Sun Wukong x Reader, for each chapter my minimum word count is around 10k words, usually, I try to push for 20k. The most I had done is over 50k words for a chapter (still fucking proud of that). It may take a while tho. I will upload the story on Ao3, Wattpad, or both.

Also, this will be unedited and will have a lot of grammar mistakes. There are going to be huge or small changes when the finalized chapter, comes out. So enjoy the first part of the first chapter.

Summary: The reader was pushed beyond her breaking-point, and wishes for a new life. Not knowing, it had set in stone her destiny. Thrown into the world of the Lego Monkie Kid, she earns the title, “Fated Oracle”, who has returned to give her guidance. The bad news, she doesn't have a clue what's happening and regrets ever wanting a new life. Yet she decides not to change the ending but change the path towards it. Will she succeed in not having everyone go threw angst? Is it possible that the Monkey King will not fuck over any new friendships and have everyone mad at him? Let's find out if our precious reader makes the story all fluff or have it ruined by angst and pain.

The campus was busy as any other day. Students walked to their classes, and clubs doing activities or talking to their friends, everyone was enjoying their sunny and bright day. Then there was you, stuck in the campus library, quietly crying. Shame and embarrassment never hit you. Is it so bad to have a break from the constant shit the world dumps on you? Apparently, it is.

The students ignore your display of raw emotions. Nothing new, many students before you, would seek the endless bookshelves. To have a spot to cry in. It's the only area on this campus where the possibility of some alone time exists, even though it was public. 

When was the last time you took a break and just be yourself?

You sob while watching an animated show on your barely working laptop. The only thing comforting you on this terrible day. The 2D Lego characters act out the ending of the series. Well, for now, as the foreshadowing of season 4 plays. It had been a while since you had last seen the show. Rather busy with the fuckery of this year. You close the laptop when the screen fades to black. You stare at a random corner, letting your mind think.

The current enemy.

Earlier in the school year, you made sure to be on top of your classes and get good grades, only to fail. How did things get so bad? You did everything right, and chose the “correct path”. So, why isn't everything working out? 

A few faces pop into your head, almost in a taunting way. Of people, you can blame this unfair situation you’re in. Yet you didn't have the heart to do so. Still, your infuriated mind replays the memories of how this mess came to be. 

Midway into the first half of the semester, your parents had gotten sick with the flu. Sadly, you were the only child that had “enough spare time” to take care of them. It made you miss a few in-person tests during that small period but nothing your overall grade couldn't deal with.

Luckily, your parents had gotten better, soon after. The moment they were in stable condition, you had already packed your bags. Ready to go back to the college campus. Then life decided that it didn't hit you hard enough. 

Consequently, your mother had gotten into a small accident at work. The day you were planning to leave. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious, yet somehow, your help was once again needed.

However, what got you upset the most, is how the professors weren't sympathetic to your current situation. Refusing to allow you to retake the tests or projects. Next thing you know, the zeros started to pile up and destroyed your once-good grades. Even though you tried to stay on top of the online work or trying to be part of the group projects yet it wasn't enough. So now you're failing the whole semester because a sorry excuse for a professor wanted to be an asshole.

This was going to be your last year, but that isn't the case anymore. Worse, you don't have enough money left to redo the semester. Dealing with your family and school was stressful enough, but what took the icing on the cake was that you had to work during all this. Being a server for some rundown diner, working late nights. You went beyond your limit and still kept pushing forward. Naively thinking that things would have gotten better. 

You tried, and you failed.

What a cruel joke that is being played on you. If only something can whisk you away so you don't have to worry about this anymore. This isn't even the major you wanted to take but had done it to please your parents. Wasting your time on this damn absurdity, trying to play it safe. All because it was the “right path” to choose. Now here you are crying in a damn public library because you ruined your life. If only some greater power takes mercy on you and gives you a new life. A new start.

Then you'll make your own path to choose.

“Hehe, as if someone can be that generous.” You said to yourself. Closing your eyes, taking a breath. 

“I don't have time for this. I already wasted enough. I need to be at work soon.”

Quickly pulling yourself together, you put away the laptop in your bag. The world doesn't stop spinning for anyone, after all. Anyway, you can always postpone a good cry for later and you can rewatch the series anytime.

The sun was setting, bringing the cold night. You shiver from the cold winds, regretting not bringing a jacket. Regardless, being cold or not, you waited at the bus stop around the corner. A few others wait along. The minutes pass by longer than usual. Cursing to yourself when you realize the bus is going to be a few minutes late. Another misfortune event on this godfucking day.

The sound of loud rumbling breaks your negative mood. The bus slowly came to a stop, the brakes hissing. A part of you wanted to say fuck it and not go to work today. Nevertheless, your body automatically steps in and shows your bus pass. Already have the actions mesmerized.

‘Guess it won't hurt to be on autopilot.’

That quickly, you zoned out and let your body lead. Only to check in when noticing your stop and putting your bag in the break room. 

You put a black collared shirt on top of yours. Getting a hair tie out, you pull your hair back to a semi-high ponytail. It wasn't much but was better than being yelled at for not having it up.

“Alright, time to work and suck up.” You said, mentally preparing yourself.

This job was okay, depending on the night it was going to be. Either the diner is extremely busy or dead, and both are horrendous. Be stuck with countless people and their orders or have nothing to do for hours and get paid less for it.

You really need to find a better job.

“Come on sweet cheeks, customers are waiting already.” 

Not caring to give a response to the head chef. Getting the menus, you put on your best smile.

“Hi, welcome, hope your evening is going great! What drinks do you want?”

You scribble down and go back to the counter, getting the drinks on the tray. The bell on the door jingles, letting you know that more customers have arrived. 

‘It’s going to be a busy night, huh?’

The small restaurants slowly fill up, soon getting cramped. Luckily, other servers showed up so you didn't have to serve every customer. 

“Hey, it's your turn to clean the restrooms.”

 

“I'm a little busy doing my job.” 

Your coworker scowls.

“They can wait a minute or two. The restrooms can not.”

“That isn't my fault, Tom. My job was to wait tables, not clean the restroom. Also, we both know the customers can't for a goddamn second.”

You had never been on good terms with your coworkers. Since you like to mind your own business. Regardless, this person standing in front of you was just rude. Thinking he can boss you around.

“Yes but it's your turn to clean the restrooms.”

“Which I know, and I'll do it after I finish serving this table. You know since that's my job that I'm getting paid for, so it takes priority.”

The chef rings a bell. Tom just smirks at you. Rolling your eyes, you get the plates.

“Remember straight to the restrooms.” He said a little too cheerfully.

You hold back your groan and put on a smile. Placing the plates on the table with a group of people around your age. They chat away, talking about plans or stories. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming. You nearly get lost in it before remembering your job.

“Is that all?” 

They nod, not paying attention to your presence. You glance at the clock on the wall. Your shift was coming to an end soon.

‘Better get to the restrooms before Tom has an aneurysm.���

The restrooms weren't even messy. People would rather not use the small area, so it didn't get too dirty. You just swept and mopped, making the room smell pleasant. Didn't even take long before you finished. 

“Can't believe Tom made such a big deal out of this. I get that some people just like to be pricks but meeting so many in my life seems overkill.” You said to yourself while taking the bag out of the trash cans.

“Bet that fucker is having a good laugh. Hope he does, at least one of us is enjoying our night.” You dumped the dirty mop water down the toilet. 

Now you can end this night and go home. The broom and mop go back to the janitor's closet and take the bags out back. You stop and look at the employee parking. Tom had been bragging about his new car. You slowly walk to it, getting a good look. The car was nice, new, and clean. It also seems he left the door unlocked.

“Fuck it.”

You open the door and tore the bags open. The dirty toilet paper covered the seats. You left the bag there and shut the door. Trapping the putrid smell. A genuine smile finally stretched across your face. Entering back into the establishment, humming. You went to the break room and grabbed your bag. Pulling out your phone and headphones. Ignoring the other coworkers who were on break.

“What got you in a good mood? You looked like you were about to shit your pants when we talked.”

“Oh, I just saw a funny scene out in the employee's parking lot. Some bozo got their car trashed.” You said vaguely, glancing at the man whose face turned pale. He immediately ran out of the room. 

“Well see you all later, hopefully not.”

You left the restaurant before the chaos exploded. Only halfway on your trip back home when you finally got a phone call from your boss. You ignored it and tried to enjoy the bus ride. 

There weren't many people there. Good, you never liked how these things get so crowded. The bus was oddly going a little faster than usual. You didn't question it, trying to focus on your phone. Scrolling through your feed, until your screen starts to glitch, and words appear.

Welcome back…

There was a loud screeching that tore the air. As the world became a blurry mess. 

[breakaway71]

I know about a lot of your WIPs, obviously, but for the WIP titles game, tell me about The Song you Sing in the Shadows because I don't think I know that one?

You might know it without realizing you know it LOL, although I haven't talked about it in some time. This was what I tentatively titled my Vampire!Reggie fic, which was basically... The boys died from vamps instead of hot dogs, Reggie got turned instead of killed, has to spend the next 25 years adjusting and trying to forget his best friends. When Julie finds their old demo album and accidentally summons Luke and Alex as ghosts, Reggie is not prepared. I still go back and poke at this one sometimes, but it turned into something really daunting and kind of got backburnered. (I also started a different vampire Reggie fics in the meantime, wondering if I should just scrap this one as Too Much, but in the end, I couldn't do it, so I keep hoping I'll go back and really give it the time and attention it deserves one of these days!) snippet:

He hears the approaching footsteps, the sound of a steady heartbeat, like something out of a dream. It drags him out of the darkness he's trying to drown himself in, makes the torrent of tears slow, then stop. Reggie has the half-hearted idea that he should move, he should run, because anybody who finds him like this is going to think he's homeless or dangerous (he guesses maybe he's both, now), but he doesn't want to move.

Let them come, he thinks. What's the worst they can do?

"Reggie?" he hears, and it startles him enough that he looks up, blinks through wavery vision to see the young woman coming towards him until she's close enough to kneel beside him. "It's Reggie, right? Your name?" Her voice is soft. Accented. He recognizes it, but it takes him a long, addled moment to place her.

"Rose?"

"Dios mío," she breathes. "I heard what happened to your friends, but you weren't with them when the ambulance came, everyone said it was just two from the band, and I feared… So I came looking." She places a hand on his arm. He blinks down at it, confused, thoughts moving too slow for whatever is happening right now. "Come, we need to leave the streets. I can help you."

Reggie doesn't know how anyone can help him now, but she's been the single bright spot since this nightmare began and at this point, he thinks he'd be willing to follow her anywhere, if only to have some sort of direction.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he tells her, very quietly, as they walk.

There is the slightest hitch in her step, something Reggie isn't even sure he would have noticed if his senses weren't dialed up as much as they are. It's easier to focus on her movements than the blinding streetlights or the blazing club signs or the cars…so many cars and they're all so loud. "I know," Rose finally says.

Reggie stares at her, the clench of her jaw and the tightness around her eyes and the purposeful way she's walking. But it's her heartbeat he notes above all, the way it remains entirely steady. "Why aren't you scared?" Because he's still oscillating between numb and terrified out of his mind, and it might be nice to have some company there.

She darts a glance at him, frowning. "You're not hungry yet, are you?"

Hungry. God, in all the time since he woke up and realized what happened, what had been done to him, he somehow never stopped to consider the connotations hungry would have for him now.

 "No…not really." The street dog dinner he'd been looking forward to feels a million years away from this moment, and the only thing he's feeling in his stomach is gut-roiling nausea.

"Then I've got nothing to fear," Rose says.

[telleroftime]

Here's a list of headcanons I would like to explore in that Scroop x Farmer!Reader fanfic. The setting I'm going for will make keeping him in character difficult, but I'll try. I refuse to back away from a challenge:

Scroop hates when people see him make mistakes. He hates not being able to do things right the first time around. Whether that came from trauma or it’s something that came from within his heart - both things being very internalised - he will often stop trying if he can't master the skill quickly. Mistakes make him very overwhelmed though not like he would ever admit it.

It is something that is fairly easy to spot. He will get more defensive and mean as a way to deter anyone who would dare comment.

He will exploit any weaknesses and acts of kindness, mocking it like he did when he overheard Silver be kind to Jim. He himself isn't as strong as he makes himself out to be, so by acting like that he actively elevates himself, at least in his mind.

Scroop hates being at the bottom of the food chain. If there's a chance acting like a crude asshole will set him higher - and in return berate the other person - he will do it. He doesn't care for the immediate consequences. It makes him feel in control.

Scroop is impulsive. Like mentioned in the previous point, he will act without caring for the immediate reactions of others. Will he get in trouble for something? Possibly, but it's worth it if the lasting consequences make life harder for his target.

He will take things without asking. He will mock people for his own amusement. He will let anger, his strongest emotion, take hold of him. He does things for his own benefit without caring much about other people's feeling. At least not until he gets some time to think.

He hates when his things are touched without his consent or knowledge. He’s extremely protective of his belongings. Naturally so as being a pirate meant a significant lack of trust. Well, at least he didn't trust anyone. He will attack anyone that so much as tries to take his things and he will guard it like a swan protecting its chicks.

And to solidify that previous point: trust issues galore.

Often misunderstands people's actions to the point that anything could be seen as a threat or an insult and will result in him getting aggressive. Someone wants to check his temperature? He'll try and slash at them. Someone is laughing in his company? They must be laughing at him. Someone is walking in his general direction? He's ready to draw his cutlass.

Aaand that's it for now. The general idea is making Scroop grow throughout the fic. Reader will do their best to teach him some morals and Scroop will try and unlearn some of this bad, pirate habits. Not so much that he's OOC, but enough.

Also, because planning a fanfic gives me more joy than actually writing it, it might be a while yet till I write this. There's a chance this will end up like all of my other WIPs. Just wanted to throw that out there. There is no guarantee of me completing this.

[yourthirdparent]

free space WHAT WIP WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT MOST OR WHAT SPECIFIC THING ABOUT ONE OF THEM R YOU SUPER HYPED TO TALK ABOUT GO !!!!!!

i'm just gonna say a little bit about each of them for this ehhehehehe

to daffodils is my BABY to daffodils is my pride and joy to daffodils is the only thing i care about in the WORLD and i have not touched it in several months. it's still my fuckin baby though don't care. i love thinking about the tbm time loop i love thinking about jason dying over and over again and nobody he loves being able to stop it. quick fun fact Apollo isn't rewinding time on his own. do with that what you will. oh also nico is experiencing the loop too so he just keeps reliving the day up until jason dies and he can't stop it and apollo won't stop it. so

the fire is hot is the original jasontristan rumour fic!! the plot is just. jason and tristan are spotted together. they Aren't a couple but people Think they're a couple. tristan panicking because jason is sixteen ensues. not a ship fic but it is the fic that made me obsess over trason and where would i be today without that obsession

stare us down is really fuckin old. like from when i first picked up writing again old.

father figure unlocked was originally written on paper !! i miss it tbh i never even got to the good part

I WON'T SAY SHE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO OH MY GOD it's named after a line from yoshi's island by glass beach and it's Another transfem jason fic and in this one she's getting her makeup done by piper THAT'S RIGHT JASIPER MAKEUP FIC i miss it. i promised to post this one for adam ages ago but idk if it's got a good enough ending yet LMAOOOO

tristan cooking breakfast is sooooo self indulgent. obsessed with the duo obsessed with them mentally ill about them in every way every day. like half of it is just tristan explaining the concept of transness LMAO

love is no guess. ough. tbh my favourite part of this fic is that i started writing it at all LMAOOOO

funny enough i actually started writing head over heels before any of the rest of love is no guess

LIZARD MAGIC CHAPTER NAMED AFTER BMC FIC WEIRD SCIENCE best part of this fic is one it's lizard magic and lizard magic is great and two WEIRD SCIENCE REFERENCE i miss that fic

a boy with too much power was originally supposed to get more into the trio and THE CURSE but sadly i got bored 💔

the urge ! named after just the first thing that came to mind when i opened the doc

Untitled document is secretly kuaitomas but shhhh it's before anything happens. anyways cut to liu kang calling a thirteen year old kuai liang a slur

ty for all your asks!!! and ofc thanks to everyone who sent in asks i appreciate you all <3<3<3

[alexsoenomel]

WIPS because my mind is chaotic as fuck

DISCLAMER: I'm really struggling to actually sit down and write. I'm doing my best so please understand if I haven't written your request it's not because I don't want to it's because I'm genuinely struggling to write (I blame my ADHD to be honest). This will help me organize my mind better. Here we go:

*Still no title* Joel Miller x Reader series fluff, smut, angst Summary: After you left your abusive partner your healing journey began. You found comfort in solitude and in trying new things. You decided to book a camping trip in Maine, not knowing you will end up meeting a very special someone.  Note: I got inspired after I came back from my first ever camping trip. I loved it so much. 5 parts - 1 day, 1 chapter HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Alkaline* Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, smut, angst Summary: Telekinetic reader meets Sam in Stanford and their story unfolds. I suck at summaries but that's basically it. Incorporating 3 smut requests as well: hair pulling, praise kink and mind blowing sex Note: This has been sitting in my docs for AGES now. I suck. UNFINISHED but already has over 5k words

*Still no title* Dean Winchester x Reader Fluff, smut One bed trope? Nope. One tent trope. Summary: You're on a case and have to camp in the woods. The tent is too small for Sam and Dean to share, so the older Winchester is forced to share the other one with you. Note: Like I said the camping trip really got me inspired. Also adding this fluffly request: he finds out how ticklish she is one morning while snuggled up in bed together. He makes it his mission to find all her ticklish spots and finds her laughter absolutely adorable HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

*Still no title* Sam Winchester x Reader Fluff Summary/ request: A request for Sam - him & dean & reader go to a bar that happens to do karaoke and with enough drinks he’s willing to start doing duets with the reader, starting off flirty being stuff like horny nickelback songs and then turning into them just singing the most obnoxious love songs, and then Dean making fun of them the next morning because he recorded all of it to show Cas LMAO Note: I really like this idea and is coming up nicely UNFINISHED

*The Apparition* Dean Winchester x Reader Smut, fluff, angst Summary: You visit Dean in a dream Note: I like Sleep Token too much okay. I was inspired HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET

Plus:

I Am The Fire Dragon!Reader (Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

*Still no title* Goddess!Reader(Supernatural fic) UNFINISHED

Better Than Ordinary (You find yourself in a world where Supernatural isn't just a TV show) UNFINISHED AND NEEDS EDITING

[thebreakfastgenie]

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☁️ Cloudy - What inspired you to start writing your WIP? (or in general)

Time loop WIP (most active as of yesterday!): Groundhog Day, Before I Fall (I think there's a movie now, but I've only read the book), and the Mystery Spot episode of Supernatural. The way my time loop functions drew inspiration primarily from these, as well as other Groundhog Day derivatives. There are a lot of posts in the MASH fandom about time loops. Most of them more or less just throw the words "time loop" around. As a lover of time tropes, I became interested in applying the idea of a time loop seriously.

Ghost AU: The ghost episode! Follies of the Living--Concerns of the Dead got me thinking about it, especially because the ghost in that episode, Weston, is described as always making everyone laugh, making me think he was kind of the Hawkeye of his unit. The thing Hawkeye needs most is an audience (just look at the episode Hawkeye) so depriving him of that and forcing the rest of the 4077th to get along without him is too delicious a concept.

Honestly sometimes I have really good inspiration stories (like the West Wing fic that came from walking across an icy driveway, or the original short-short story that came from seeing toast crumbs in the tub of butter) but none of my current WIPs have one. In general, I'm inspired to write because I didn't want to stop playing with dolls when I grew up and I'm inspired to write fic by wanting more of a work and not being able to get it out of my head.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

This took forever to answer because I went on a whole spiral about what counts an angst but I think this is pretty sad. This isn't from one of my primary WIPs because those angst moments are under lock and key for now.

“The only difference between youth and arrogance is whether or not you grow out of it. We were all kids when we got over there, Hawkeye. We thought we knew what we were getting into. The truth is, we didn’t have a clue.”  “None of us were kids when we left,” Hawkeye says softly. He’s given up arguing. Sidney’s right—he usually is.  “Well, that’s the business of war, making men out of boys. Or so the generals say.”  “The business of war is making corpses.”  Sidney raises his glass somberly.  “I’ll drink to that.” 

🐧 a funny quote (silly! laughs! jokes! puns!)

“Did he look a little green around the gills to you?” BJ asks, his voice touched with genuine concern. It makes him a little sick, sometimes, the way BJ can be considerate.  Through the netting, Hawkeye can see Charles stalking discretely in the direction of the latrine. “Maybe he has yellow fever,” Hawkeye suggests, scratching at his mosquito bite.  “I heard it doesn’t mix well with blue blood,” BJ says in that voice he thinks is a deadpan. Hawkeye waits, and after a moment the stupid grin appears, right on schedule. 

I'm proud of this one because it feels like the caliber of pun they have on the show. Slightly sophisticated, but not actually good. Also it led me to look up whether yellow fever is endemic in Korea and the answer is no it's not.

[void-botanist]

Happy WBW!!!

Have you developed any etiquette in Nicea (or other wips) — polite or rude? Is there anything that’s considered “too crass” for polite company?

— @outpost51

Okay, well, first of all, do not call permanent planetsiders "groundgrazers" in polite company. In fact do not take your etiquette cues from Isabel unless she has her captain voice on.

Some other things I thought of:

When you're docked at a spaceport (i.e. the kind with space elevators that go to the actual planet) it's common to use the airlock on the station side as a foyer/meeting spot because ideally you don't actually need to worry about pressure and air content going from your ship into what is essentially a space airport. But it's generally considered rude to hang out in your airlock with the station door open. It doesn't really hurt anything, except there is nothing to keep the sound from echoing and being annoying.

When entering a starship with artificial gravity, it's polite to compliment the hand-painted magic pigment patterns that create said artificial gravity. Sometimes that's the equivalent of saying "you have a lovely home" and sometimes it's like "dude sick floor. who did it??"

Copying over what I said in the tags on that post about Bo, witches wear gloves as a group signifier and a courtesy because one type of witch—dive witches—can read people's minds on contact. Even though you can only be one kind of witch and most are not dive witches, it's rude to taboo for witches to not wear gloves. (In a few systems, it's straight up illegal and you can be fined; however, this is only a functional rule in witch-only areas because otherwise it's literally people calling out anyone who looks too weird, nevermind that most witches dress in a "normal" way and there is no physical "witch" attribute.) In the Nicea's home locality, it generally falls on the rude end of the spectrum.

In many systems, but Antarac and Rade especially, it's not rude/weird to ask if someone is adopted. Like, maybe don't ask it the first time you meet someone, but so many people are adopted and so many families are a mix of the four known species (humans, cow people [I've been just calling them bovids; think "catgirl"/"catboy" but with cow features instead], werewolves [shifters], and dragon people [straight up bipedal/humanoid dragons]) that it doesn't carry the implication of being Different or not belonging. (If you ask it in less diverse parts of Gevorad or in Hybres they probably assume you're from one of the more mixed areas/systems.)

On Rade, it's particularly rude to give people cut flowers. Cut flowers are associated with death because they are typically what people put on graves (because they decompose and don't disrupt natural burial sites). If you want to get someone a plant for reasons other than burning bridges, get them a living plant.

On Gevorad, baking is a big deal, and there's some etiquette around giving people baked goods as gifts. Allergies/preferences notwithstanding, there are common associations between certain pastries and specific situations/milestones. Which means people have genuine conversations that sound like "you gave her a donut?? a COLD donut??? no wonder she didn't wanna go out with you". (I came up with this based on the current theory that Isabel and Rodney's dad is a baker and the ominous Family Business they want nothing to do with is literally just a bakery.)

I also wanna drop one rude thing from TFA here because Dez does this and mildly gets in trouble: calling tree people "trees". Their species name is actually "uep" and while "tree" isn't like a slur it is also something that Dez should have thought more than twice about before saying in front of a bunch of elementary schoolers at storytime. Relevant excerpt:

“I see you’ve brought a friend,” Jaccson said. “Mmhmm,” Lacey said, still not letting go of his fingers. “His name is Dez and he’s a blob.” Jaccson’s smile widened as one of the other sprouts said, “He’s obviously a robot.” “I’m an android, actually,” he said, and once again felt everyone’s attention shift from that other sprout back to him, which only made him feel more gigantic. He was too tall to be sitting among children. “What’s the difference?” the sprout asked. Per was big enough to be much older than Lacey, but didn’t sound like it. Maybe it was a species difference, because this other kid was a redbud. “An android is a type of robot,” he said, formulating his syntax based on his general understanding of network content for children. “So then you’re an android and a robot,” the sprout said. What per didn’t say was “and that’s why I’m right”, but he got that loud and clear anyway. “Yeah,” he conceded, “but calling me a robot is like calling you a tree. It’s not very useful.” He hoped he didn’t also have to say that it wasn’t very nice, either, in his opinion. Judging by the general widening of eyes around him, he suspected not.

(It's also rude to call uep children by something other than per/per pronouns unless they tell you otherwise. Some switch to other pronouns at a young age, some do it later, and a few never do. And it's rude to call Dez a robot because even though this random kid doesn't know it, he does not like that and will explain that as far as he's concerned robot is a category for roombas and such.)

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut

[afreakingdork]

Hello there!! I hope you’re well!

I was just wondering.. How did you keep your motivation + inspiration for Weak Spot?

Do you have plan out every week what you’d like to cover? Do you suffer with any writer block?

Sorry for the weird questions! Was just wondering how it all worked for you!

Not weird at all, thank you for writing in!

I've got a terrible headache, but the Halloween spirit is keeping me going! ✨

How do I keep motivation/inspiration up for Weak Spot? I am obsessed with Donnie, short and simple. My hyperfixation on him is fueling this romance wholeheartedly. There is no such thing as motivation as I have to do this against my will. As such, inspiration is overflowing and constant. As if possessed, I have to write to get all of these thoughts out of my head.

I have things planned out in stages, which I will reveal now:

The master outline is planned all the way through the end of the fic. it contains all my notes or what chapters to cover and his blank spaces to be filled when necessary. I refused to even start Weak Spot until I figured out all the backstory and where I wanted the story to go.

From there, what order these chapters come in and how to fill in those empty spots was planned in spurts, almost exclusively in those arcs I mentioned. I would usually decide those for about 10 at a time, obviously before those 10 were about to approach.

Before July, my job as home health allowed me most daylight hours to write whenever I wanted so I posted the same. In July though, I got a new WFH job that I do on top of home health so sustaining that was not feasible for my sanity. The issue was, I wanted to write as much as I could at the expense of my sleep schedule. Hence the weekly guideline. Now I am not allowed to exceed it. I still have mania as my weekends are free for it so I have a few buffer chapters written out, but I also want to keep it that way. Through chapter 43 is written at the time of me answering this ask (and up to 40 has been posted).

My schedule now is thus: I can write the next chapter from Saturday until Tuesday if it runs that far over (I still have a social life somehow). Then from whenever that is done until Thursday I must finishing editing the last week's chapter (which has been given to my betas and they've had time to do the same). On Thursday, I post the WIP to tumblr for that next day's chapter and I've been pretty consistent in posting the chapter on Friday (though technically I'm allowed to do it any weekend day).

Do I suffer from writer's block? Sure, in small instances. I can get stuck on how a scene is supposed to go. I'll know the A & B, but not how to get there. I usually pedal it out to others as you've seen in prior tags that I'll mention if someone helped me break through where I was stuck. For example, chapter 9 I knew was going to be the 'first kiss' chapter, but I couldn't for the life of me come up with a good location for that to happen. I needed something where they'd have the space and probably cause to smooch but had to ask around for date ideas on what could facilitate that. @morning-sun-brah came in with the clutch! Thus, I was unstuck. Similarly @mothmans-left-tit has saved me multiple times not for writer's block exactly but when I get a little to hard on myself and feel like I'm not representing what I want out of Weak Spot and they get me on track every single time. This isn't a pressure thing either, just to be clear. i don't expect others to dig me out of my hole. At the end of the day, I'm the creative and sometimes you just have to wait for that inspiration to strike you.

I hope that helped! If you or anyone has anymore questions about whatever, feel free~

[sidesteppostinghours]

WIP its-not-Wednesday-but-close-enough

tagged by @autistic-sidestep! thank you for the tag :D i have,,, so many wips rn. pulp stop starting a million projects challenge. all of these are very rough, and a lot of them feature other steps, but i wanted to share a few :]

for writing, ive got these:

“What the hell, man!” Mitchel hisses. He’s let go, but he hasn’t bothered lowering his voice. Too loud, but real. Caine groans, pulling themselves up from the mattress. At least it wasn’t the floor– this could’ve hurt a lot worse. They wince at the throb in their shoulder as they reach for the wall, probing for a light switch. When he flicks it on reality re-establishes itself once more.  It’s Caine’s room, familiarly bare-bones. There’s only a singular twin sized bed in one corner of the room and a desk just across, with a heap of laundry they haven’t bothered to do taking up the chair. Mitchel stands on the mattress in the middle, both parts pissed and bleary eyed. His cheek is a lightish colour that’s a telltale sign it’s going to bruise, and a portion of his blanket stubbornly clings onto his shoulder. There’s no threat in here, or at least nothing more threatening than Mitchel annoyed. The knowledge doesn’t stop the blood pounding in their ears.

-caine wakes up and gets jumpscared by @hyper-pixels mitchel. they react to this calmly.

Marshal Steel has hair stuck in his finger joints. That's the first thing Daniel noticed when he came in to work this morning. Steel has his civilian hands on, which is normal when he has admin work. Those civilian hands will usually have hair in it too, mostly from Spoon. That's also normal. What's not normal is the colour; because instead of the odd tufts of grey fur Daniel's used to seeing scattering Steel's joints, this is a single, longer strand that he's sure wasn't left on purpose. Because the hair strand is brown. Suspiciously similar to Ortega's own brown hair.

-herald is suspicious that his boss is having another secret relationship with a pretty old man, but its none of his business! not at all. thats why hes eavesdropping on them from the breakroom pantry.

“What are you two talking about?” Ortega jerks, nearly spilling coffee all over Wei, tearing a curse out of him as he yanks his head to the direction of the voice.  Speak of the devil. Caine glances between the two, head cocked. When did he get here? Ortega doesn't remember inviting him, and nobody told him he was coming either. Not that Ortega isn't happy to see him, but the timing… “Dios mio, Spot, how long have you been standing there?” he mutters. He gives his coffee a once over, but nothing's spilled.  He turns back to Caine and double takes. The poor guy looks like he's just run a marathon– he's drenched in his own sweat. He's not wearing his raggedy sweater, for once. Instead, he's got a skintight suit with a simple white tee over it.

-a multi-pov fic featuring the same conversation, but told from the perspective of ortega, chen, and caine. trying to practice voices with it, and so far its been fun digging into each of them!

as for art wips:

-arde and vera based on the song "the villain i appear to be"! i actually made this today after playing the new revelations demo lmfao. i do not remember what arde looks like 😔 im so sorry ive done you a disservice

the next two have blood+mild gore in them, so im throwing them under the cut!

-cyrus gets Fucked Up by a dream version of fawn from @villainsidestep, based on this absolutely vile(/pos) soul read of him:

because why not fuck him up even more??

-mitchel painting i have yet to put down colours for that i am lovingly dubbing "cannibalism (NOT ROMANTIC)". chew it out with your teeth mitchel!!!!

ill be tagging everybody mentioned in the post, plus @idlenight, @disastersteps, and maybe @euelios if you all wanna give this a shot?

[xslytherclawx-writes]

Ao3 20 Questions

Tagged by @thebreakfastgenie! I am so bad at tagging people, so I tag everyone

1) How many works do you currently have on ao3?

538 publicly attached to my name; 550 total

2) What's your total ao3 word count?

1,907,092

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, Star Trek: Voyager, Bridgerton, Miraculous Ladybug, various romance novels, and also other stuff

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Total Agony of Being in Love (Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston) Two of A Kind (Howl Series - Diana Wynne Jones) La Magique étude du Bonheur (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) i bloom just for you (Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston) enough contrition to spare (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling)

5) Do you respond to comments?

I try to!! I love long effusive comments, but like... I do struggle with replying to those ones.

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

oh god. man, I don't know. what's sadder? suicide or heartbreak?

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

again, I have no idea. I write plenty of fluffy endings, and also a lot of like, hurt/comfort endings where I feel like the happy endings are way more satisfying.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah especially when I age up characters who are canonically minors, because apparently that's worse than straight up writing smut about 15 year olds???? even when they're like 26????

9) Do you write smut?

Yep!

10) Do you write crossovers?

Not often!

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

and turned into a booktok-sensation romance novel, no less! (fuck Allison Cochrun for real <3)

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! I love it!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic?

A few times!

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

don't do this to me

15) What's a WIP you'll probably never finish?

I have a few lol but the most popular of them is either the Cas/Edmund RWRB AU, or the Drarry Muggle AU

16) What are your writing strengths?

also dialogue and characterization! character voice!! i get told all the time that my voices are spot-on!

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

it depends on the style of the fic, but detailed narration in some form - be it action scenes, introspection, etc - usually causes me some problems.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

I used to do it bc I was a pretentious shit, but I think without a key at the end it's kind of a dick move - unless the POV character isn't meant to understand it. then if you do, it's like a little bonus!

19) First fandom you wrote for?

that I published? Harry Potter.

20) Favorite fic you've written?

at this point?

futures that never came and pasts that we're never gonna change (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling)

Draco redemption arc that I wrote for a 10k exchange and it.... became much longer. But also my introspective fics tend to be really good imo - the one where Evan kills himself is excellent, and the ones where Regulus also has a redemption arc are also very good.

[doublegoblin]

Well I saw my name pop up in @angie-j-kay 's response so might as well throw my hat into the ring too~

So this is going to sound a bit pretentious and I'll do my best to elaborate. As I've wrote my main WIP Rituals and Red Tape I never really sought out to impart a lesson, not my place really lol, but there has been this overarching concept of identity and action. That even if we are comfortable with who we are there are those that can and will try and shape that sense of comfort around what they see as acceptable and good. Also the spaces we inhabit, be that the real world or a nebulous space are impacted by our actions. The latter of the two kind of comes from this scene from, of all things, Dragon's Age Inquisition that really stuck with me (it is the time travel scene and if you know you know).

So first and foremost, and I understand how this usually sounds, the initial concept came from my dreams. I haven't had it in a while but for a few months span I had this dream lore (thats what my partner and I kind of jokingly called it). They were these dreams that all took place in the same location, be it the feeling or actual spot in the dream, and had this running narrative that I would impart on him in the morning. Now Rituals and Red Tape does take inspiration from it but it is more of an adaptation. It was on a long car ride (see 3+ hour) that the idea was more fleshed out. The main character was going to be this overworked and tired park ranger type, who just wants people to follow the rules for once, yes you can summon the flesh eating plague but did you fill out the appropriate forms? That then evolved into the cults of this place being ran in look and function more like an office or company. A mix of the mundane with some horror.

The MC just wants to have an easy life. Minimal paperwork. And for people to just, follow the god damn rules! Really what they are trying to achieve is keeping their boss happy so they don't have to have another discussion...oh and keep reality from breaking apart at the seams. What I'm trying to achieve, entertain mostly, in writing this more and more I've realized I'm also working through some things with it.

As many or as few as it takes to tell the story. I'm still getting everything out there so a final count comes after some serious fat trimming. Really though I don't enjoy the idea of putting an end goal, just isn't healthy for my spicy brain.

Original Content baby! And I post the first draft stuff on my Tumblr here (I have a page that I try to keep up to date) and I post the more edited versions (what i'll call a light second draft) on my Wattpad Maxwell Alabaster (shameless plug)

I started really writing late last year~ Although I have been doing this kind of thing for a while, mostly RP on forums and minecraft back in the day.

Something I'm always happy to champion: Write slop! Just have fun with it, not everything needs to be posted. If the spirit fills ya write the most trashfire thing possible and have a blast doing it. Also don't be afraid to try out a different style or medium. I have another WIP that is told through audio transcriptions and other kind of data. I even got a mic and am going to start doing audio files to compliment the writing and add something new because it sounds like a fun time.

As for who I follow, I'm terrible at actually reading other's things (time being in short supply usually and reading being an effort) but some people I've had very pleasant interactions with and when I can get the spoons to read their stuff are @asterhaze @conkers-theficwriter @angie-j-kay (as stated before) @tailoroffates and @tisiphonewolfe If I didn't state your name it isn't that I haven't enjoyed you! It's that these are the people I have freshly interacted with and are as such fresh in my brain! Also I don't want to bog people's notifications down...I have a lot of folks I enjoy interacting with.

Writers of Tumblr, I have an ask game for you all!

Please reblog and answer these questions, maybe tag others too! My asks are also open for them.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

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, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

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

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

[cherokeegal1975]

The Grey, WIP: 7/7/23

Well, I wish I had realized yesterday that by painting the base coats of the wings and then just fading out the references over the top of them, I could have saved myself some time and trouble. Now all I have to do is erase around the white wing and it'll be mostly done...save for some highlights I might want to put in.

This was a single image, then a doubled one because my graphics program has a tendency to merge all layers prematurely once in a while. A glitch that I'm not at happy about. I was just able to remove the bulk of the reference picture today. Look so much better without it there.

I was going to do a half gold and half silver halo, but with all that black and white, there's need for more splashes of color. So, the halo will be solid gold and have red jewels set into it. The flames will also add some color as well as the lady's skin. A nice brown. Her hair will be black.

References for the bits I need to see are still there, just invisible at the moment. Except for the frame design. I'm doing my best to eliminate anything I copied from online as fast as possible. Except for the wings of course. I need those.

I will lighten the hue of the cloak; I usually start dark and work lighter then darker again in spots as I go along. I even have brushes that will do fabric textures. I think I might try that. In spite of the need for more color, I still insist that the cloak be grey. Maybe I can add some patterning or something. I'll think about it.

Anyway, I never meant this drawing to look like a playing card. In fact, the main elements of the drawing just showed up randomly in my head when I wasn't really thinking of anything particular. But I liked what I saw, so I'm drawing it.

Yes, I know I'm cheating a lot. This is because sometimes I have trouble translating what's in my mind onto canvas. I can draw the human figure but haven't had a lot of practice at it. Nor do I have a lot of practice drawing clothing. It was just easier to find what I needed online to help me out this time. I don't know who all the artists are who put out all these free resources for me to use. Though angelic figures are common, I can say with confidence that this idea is uniquely mine. Just for the fun of it I did a general search image for a moment and found lots of angels, but nothing exactly like mine. So, there's that.

I can and to draw freehand. I'd do it more often than I have been lately if I had more time. My time off is sporadic at best/worst. Given the choice, I'd spend more time doing everything in my head. Taking a few hours a day just to draw. I can do a solid three hour session of drawing before my brain gets tired and I have to take a break. I rarely get that time lately.

Ugh. This is devolving into a bitch session. I won't do that here. Anyway, when this is completed, people who are into games like Dungeons and Dragons or similar games may use this character as part of your game. Just ask me first because I want to know about it. Give me credit for the design. No, you may not sell it. I need the profits far worse than you do.

I came to think of The Grey as a kind of judge for contests and legal issues...and maybe other things. She knows there's more than one facet to every story, there isn't just pure evil and pure good. There's always those shades of grey. And she's an excellent and fair judge. A living personification of justice and a powerful force for the good side. My mind had to work on this for a while as I drew her "card." Because originally, she had no story, no meaning. I'm still inviting people to have an open interpretation of her character however.

I can also see this as a big poster over someone's bed simply because it looks cool. It would be a nice decoration, especially if it turns out as nice as I want it to.

I'd appreciate it if no one used my idea until it was completed. I might make some changes along the way that I won't know about until I get there. Not that I think anyone will really. Every offer of free resources I put out gets ignored. I don't know why.

I will also post this on Redbubble when it's done and send a link. I can't seem to completely let my optimism go even though I'm aware that no one wants to buy my artwork. I don't know why.