#been really struggling to write lately

[dreamtuna]

writing is kinda hard like you expect me to put words in order and have it make sense????? wild

[benevolenterrancy]

Dunno what happened with that request for a sickfic someone posted a few months ago, but I for one would enjoy seeing Jin Guangyao taking care of someone else: Xue Yang, Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen, Nie Huaisang... whoever floats your boat. If it's ok with you, of course.

Currently, Meng Yao’s office was intolerably full, which was to say there was more than just himself in it. One of those occupants happened to be Nie Huaisang, and it could be safely said that it was impossible to mistake a room that held Nie Huaisang for one that didn't. The other occupant was Nie Mingjue which might not normally be a problem except that, right now, his sect leader was inarguably ill. Well, not inarguably, he supposed, because Nie Mingjue was certainly arguing it. Loudly. With Nie Huaisang. While Meng Yao was trying to work. Fortunately Meng Yao was used to resolving problems on his own.

*cracks knuckles* there we go anon, something quick and light-hearted!

[tizeline]

Man, going from rough sketch directly to lineart and just skipping the clean-sketch step is Not A Good Idea and now I'm struggling

Unfortunately I am both too lazy and stubborn to do a proper sketch and as such I will continue to suffer. Alas.

[ismellbitches]

A wip of an OC @bizlybebo inspired me to make. It’s sick ass oc Midas helped me break through some art block. I think I’m gonna do an “OCtober” where I make an oc for every JRWI campaign (except TMK bc I’m not fully caught up). I will be taking name/hero name suggestions btw and I’ll announce who won when I post the next OC. Backstory below!

He’s a 19yo freelance artist from New Haven. His parents just went through a really messy divorce, leaving his mother and four siblings in a bad situation financially. So, he put his transition and art school on hold to take up gigging to provide for them. Still, he was having trouble making ends meet, so he signed up for drug testing. Turns out, the medication he was trialing was actually a gene splicing program that caused him to (quite painfully) transform into a harpy like creature over the course of the treatment. It wasn’t long until the company came looking for him, eager to run tests and experiments to see how the gene therapy had contorted his body. One day, when they showed up at his sister’s school, waiting for him to come and pick her up, he drew the line. He ran away to Freedom City just in time to see it get destroyed by Atlas. He did the only thing he knew how to do; help. He started to airlift people out of the rubble and spot people human eyes couldn’t normally find. Since then, he accepted a “contract” from WATCH HQ; he’d be given a pay check (directly mailed to his mother and siblings back in New Haven), as well as training in exchange for providing “disaster relief” aid and local support in Freedom City. Now, he’s just trying to make it through the day, painting murals to earn some extra cash to start up his life again.

EDIT: HES DONEEEE

[eleventhsister]

we can dive, we can dive deep

Relationship: Barriss Offee & Ahsoka Tano Type: Oneshot Rating: T (for depictions of violence, blood, and injury) Words: 4.5k For: Sapphic Ahsoka Tano Week 2024, Day 3: Warrior, @sapphicahsokatanoweek, @swsapphics-ao3feed Notes: wound-tending (mental and physical); post-episode 5 & pre-episode 6 of tote, post-ahsoka novel, pre-rebels; not exactly besties again, but they are working through it; very early draft for a scene in a larger story

After a mission goes sideways, Ahsoka and Barriss make a dangerous escape from an Imperial-controlled planet. Once in the clear, they have a quiet moment to confront their painful past, reveal hidden scars, and explore the fragile hope of their future.

* * *

“I’m so sorry, Ahsoka. For everything.”

Ahsoka’s mind wanders back to the tribunal all those years ago—the look of anguished penitence in Barriss’s eyes as the Temple guard escorted her away. And of the tight hug she gave her—ambiguous, softly spoken words of apology muttered.

Barriss may have betrayed her, throwing years of trust and companionship out the window in one fell swoop, but she was never a perfidious person. The actions she chose to take may have been unjust, but her heart has always been in the right place, her intentions always noble.

In that moment, Ahsoka truly understands that Barriss was simply lost and shattered beyond reason.

"I know."

[cloudyskiiees]

I LIED it’s three chapters not a oneshot. whoops! chapter two hopefully will be posted next week… or sooner if i get possessed again!

Summary: After coming in fifth place for the season of World Tour, Alejandro deals with anxieties placed on him by his family, and team e-scope becomes determined to befriend him.

[simplepotatofarmer]

i'm not super 'here' because i'm writing but i swear things will be back to normal after the holidays <3 <3

[turtlespancake]

me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[mochiwrites]

blegh

[cookinguptales]

hmmm I want to challenge myself to write wwdits fic that defies canon more

I think at some point I am going to write fic where instead of Guillermo getting some weird crisis of conscience at the end of s5, he and Nandor fuck nasty covered in the blood of their victims, but like

other than that

if I were to write a canon divergent AU that diverges at any point in the series, where would you want it to be?

challenge me. (ง •̀_•́)ง

[lilac-melody]

:)

[heartbreak-sandwich]

beep boop I am on the verge of finalizing this Gator ficlet, and I am so afraid to post it, honestly. Terrified.

[nabaath-areng]

I've struggled so much with english these past few days and it's so annoying and embarrassing, and what's even more embarrassing is that I'm embarrassed at all in the first place!!! Everytime I make a rushed error with my unmedicated brain, or swap around with word order, or struggle to pronounce things or outright just fail to recall even basic words entirely I get so ashamed and stressed out.

And I hate being told things such as "you're better than some native speakers" because I know that isn't true! And I wish it could just be fine that I'm not! Sure, I've improved immensely ever since I actually tried to learn it properly 10 years ago, but it was such a bumpy and embarrassing road that it's practically a mercy for my self confidence that I was psychotic for a majority of the time, what with all the things I've forgotten or outright never memorized in the first place as a result lmao.

Everytime I have to edit captions and such after hitting 'Post' I always feel this overwhelming sense of dread that people will just pour in to nag and to correct me even over the smallest things, all without anything good to say. Which sucks, cause so many times where I've had people be condescending or outright degrading, the errors in question didn't even impede on the clarity of what I was saying. Just stupid, unimportant things like using 'has'/'have' wrong, using 'were' two times in a sentence, putting words in the wrong order in a sentence etc.

It's been years now since that was a thing that happened regularly, but that fear is apparently still so deeply imprinted that, even now, I can't read what I'm writing right here and now without this looming fear about how it will serve to make native speakers perceive me as stupid and unintelligent or outright infantilize me. Even though I know that's more than likely irrational of me to feel now. I seriously need to figure out how to overcome this mental roadblock, or at least not let it get to me like this. It's rarer these days, but I still feel it too strongly for my liking whenever my reservations do kick in.

[stargirlrchive]

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[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Yeah, you should only create for yourself, but if I'm putting it out there I would like to know that I'm not just endlessly shouting into the void