#crossed field

[blackbomb206]

Crossed Field #1

Finally a full comic panel :')

This is my newest serie hope u guys like it

[martyfive]

my turn now

[nordsea-horizons]

🍂daisy by laurs_crossing🌾

[moonbrooke]

there’s lots to see at the vetiver campsite! 🏕️

[somegrumpynerd]

Did a little doodle of the twins on my lunchbreak, Nightmare is reading the story out for Dream c:

[mimiaguilar-bansheebender]

*phone rings at 3 am*

Dick *picks up mid patrol*: sup!

Damian: HOW ARE WE NOT YET DISEASED ?!

Dick: umm… what?

Damian: *goes on a fully caffeinated/sleep deprivation fueled rant about how while studying for his mid terms at Med School he has encountered several cases that mention patients dying/being permanently maimed/disabled because of botched or unsanitary practices that they definitely performed in the field while crime-fighting, more than once, in less than sterile environments and with the equivalent of a swiss knife*

[phantomarchys]

Nice t̶i̶t̶s̶ outfit Balor, mind if I take a closer look?~✨

Only one thought crossed my mind while making this 💀

[mimusbirds]

Been playing some Fields of Mistria recently. This is Sybille Reed but I can't really call her a farmer because all an adventurer wants to do is get lost in the mines and fish.

[hauntedbyespeon]

made a heck ton of user boxes

free to use (plz like or rb)

[hballegro]

re; this ad that i got

fr mulcahy starring as 'priest that is here to help his parish's school put on a field day because the teachers are overworked'

he ate shit on the blacktop and they only had 1 bandaid for him, poor bastard

last edition [bj]

cut placed [u should check it; bj is now part of the field day and also dwarfs mulcahy w/ his new shoes]

my only fucking update picture because i got in The Zone ig

my announcement to my friends that i was finished with it

and now

everyone gets sweatbands to show theyre on the same team now. i plan to do more but i cannot promise they will be coming quickly lol

i DO know that, if i add trapper, he will be wearing one of those muscle shirts with the armpits cut out. i was half asleep last night thinking abt this stuff and went 'he fucking Would'

im absolutely lost as to what hawkeye would wear. probably ill-fitting gym shorts and t shirt with flip-flops if we're all honest

lost as to henry as well. igaf if these people never met its field day motherfuckers i dont care about death its FIELD DAY we have a PARACHUTE TO SIT UNDER. probably the dad fit of a loose t with swim trunks ['they're shorts to me! i like the pattern!' and its just fish on em] and sandals with socks.

im spitballing. i dont wanna get ahead of myself because when i do that, i end up never doing it. but i DO have a cute 1950s romper that would work for either marg or klinger [it has sunflowers]

no one talk abt the fact i left to eat dinner and came back, only then realizing that mulcahy's feet were like ever so slightly too large. and no one talk abt me editing this just to change the image a tiny bit its fine

[blackbomb206]

Some doodles

[tessabennet]

Hello my friends

So. It's been five years, give or take. There was a worldwide pandemic, I got two and a half-ish degrees, I got diagnosed with epilepsy, I lost my dad and my grandpa, I worked various jobs, international politics have been nothing short of awful for a long time now... Yeah. It's been stressful, the whole time I was writing What I'm Looking For.

And in all this time, in between all of that, working on this massive project has been a comfort that I can't even begin to describe. This was something I could dive into when I was at my worst, in all this time, even when it felt like this series was the only thing that I was doing well. It was something that kept me going and that I'm proud of having finished.

Having said this much, I don't want to make some stupid kind of speech about being done with posting now. For most people, this is probably not as big a deal as it is for me. But I totally will make this a speech, because I have some things to say that mean too much to me to leave them unsaid.

You may already know that I first started writing These City Walls as an excercise to practice writing dialogue. At the time, a lot of what I did came from a place of frustration, with myself and especially with the MCU. But the more I worked on it, the more I realised that this fanfic stuff wasn't going to be a one-time thing, and I'm glad I decided to make this a longer series. And it kept getting longer, the more I thought about, outlined, and finally wrote it.

And throughout this whole journey, there were people that I want to mention, now that we're at the end of it. Starting with girlbookwrm, whose Hundred Year Playlist was the initial inspiration for huge chunks of this series (please go read it, it'samazing). And then, I have to mention @jesuschristtakethewheel, who was my beta reader for the first two parts of the series, and who encouraged me to start publishing it in the first place. I also have to say a huge thank you to @the-littlefangirl, who I've only gotten to know because of this series, who occasionally served as my test audience, and who, I can honestly say, is one of my best friends today.

There's a lot more people I want to thank, and those are my amazing, incredible, wonderful, and lovely regular commenters. You guys have been a rock for me to hold on to for so long. There's @haluton with their excited (and at times incoherent) screaming at me, there's @numberonestuckyshipper with her never-ending kindness to me and my writing, there's @smlmsworld who never gets tired of recommending my work, there's @hipsterdiva who approaches my fanfic like it's an actual piece of literature that deserves analysing, there's @mythicalmxyhem who's been with my series from so early on, and there's @radicalpeachie who made amazing fanart for me. I only know a lot of people here because this fic made me part of the stucky community. And then on AO3, there's PanamaRed, Jo_Dee, kawherp, saturns_moons, SaphDragon494, helloilovefanfiction, TylOcephale, AlwaysAkin, shakleton2, dxzei, Shinigami24, thisisalright, theearthisntflatatall, kingandlionheart, crazyjane, machka, and many, many more that I'm really, really scared of forgetting here. If you guys are here on tumblr, please let me know so I can follow you. And to anyone else reading this: if somehow you aren't on this list but feel like you should be, I agree that you should and apologise. Believe me, I recognised your name in my emails every time and I love you very, very much!

I can never thank you guys enough for the praise and support I've gotten from you over the years. Every single comment still means the world to me, and I'll no doubt always go back to them when I'm feeling bad or need a boost in confidenc. My life will definitely change now that I probably won't wake up to all those lovely comments as often anymore.

This is exactly why I'll be selfish and ask anyone who might still read or reread the series to consider leaving more comments and kudos. Or if you want to, feel free to create fanart and link it to the fic. Consider this my blanket statement: you can translate it, podfic it (you'll be my hero if you do that actually), make playlists, write your own spin-off based on it - just please link it to the series and let me know so I can share it too. It would mean the world to me if you don't let this fic die just yet.

(Also, just as a shot in the dark: In case you know someone who works at Disney or Marvel or happens to be a talent scout for publishers, please recommend me and my writing to them. That would be the cooles possible thing to come out of all this.)

In the meantime, I'll keep writing. I've been working more on original stuff this whole year, and if I ever publish a "real" book, I'll be sure to let you know. And more recently I've also been toying with some ideas for possible spin-off stories in the What I'm Looking For universe, so who knows? Whatever they could be, those fics probably wouldn't me stucky-centric. But maybe I'll write and publish them at some point - you never know.

For now, this is it anyway. And I don't want to be didactic or patronizing about this in any way. It's just, if there's even one thing you can take away from my version of this story and these characters, I hope it's that there's nuance in the world. Perspective matters, empathy matters, and so does understanding. And with that in mind, I think there's hope. I have to believe that, no matter how dark and dire the world seems at times. Steve and Bucky managed to go back to Brooklyn. We'll be fine too.

So yes, for now this is it. And for a while now I've been thinking about how to say goodbye to this fic. I still don't know. I'm not sure I want to. And I definitely don't want to say goodbye to all the lovely people I got to know, all the amazing friends I made because of it. And if you want to, you can come talk to me whenever you like, I really mean that. My asks are open and you can dm me any time. You guys have been the greatest audience I could've asked for. I wasn't expecting anything when I started posting - never could I have imagined that one day my stupid writing exercise would mean so much to some people. I love you all, each and every one. I'll miss you.

And finally, now that I'm all emotional about this anyway, I'll say this last thing: next year's gonna be different, but that doesn't mean it can't be a good year. I hope it will be, for all of us. Please stick around. I love you so much, and you mean the world to me. So - goodbye, guys. And, from all my heart: Happy New Year 💜

[nordsea-horizons]

🍃Pawprint by storybrook_acnh🐾

[justagingerwithredhair]

💙Blue Weevil Beetle Moodboard 💙

[ochajima]

🌳🐮 Tried making a screen! 🐮🌳

[wisyhana]

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately

These past months have been, I don't want to say, rough, but I had to confront too many issues I have to deal with constantly. Some of those issues have to do with social media and fandoms.

Attention has become one of the most delicious traps. Being more known and people wanting to talk to me—all of that is amazing, and I appreciate it to no end—but I noticed that I'm not made for that. It's not that I don't like people; I unconsciously make it a big deal when it's just a simple interaction. It takes a big bite of me, and I start getting concerned about those around me. I can't stop thinking about how to fix things and take control over stuff I have no clue or power over.

Interactions in fandoms are some of the weirdest to me. I don't enjoy how people think, all those anti-pro shipping, all those odd names and tags, caring too much about what others will think of my opinion, and how people get so personal about ANYTHING. I'm not made for that. I don't want to care for these things, and the more I interact with the fandoms, the more I get influenced by them. And it makes me anxious, extremely anxious.

I have to stop myself.

The attention from others is excellent, but I keep ignoring my only and most important fan: me.

I need to feel fulfilled and complete with my own contempt. I can't keep looking for someone else to need me.

For that, I'll make some decisions, and that is starting to take a step back. I'll only show up on social media to share my art and recent works. I'll have to stop some interactions for my own sake, so notifications will be turned off.

I don't want to act like I'll disappear or not care for people anymore. That's my big issue, I care way too much. And it pains me; it makes me feel guilty that I'll practically ignore some people just because I need my space.

But I'm tired of running to people and asking if they need my help. I don't need to be needed; I need to heal.

This is not a goodbye post; it's simply the artist in me who wants to keep enjoying art and working for others while I enjoy my life as the person I am. Social media is my workplace, so I have to find a place where I can be a simple person.

So, if you ever want to talk to me, to the Wisydora who loves Yugi and Gandora, I'll be on Discord. My replies might take some time and take me forever, but please remember it's nothing against you; I'm simply healing.

And if I owe you something, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. My memory has been awful, and I keep forgetting important stuff.

Love y'all, I always do!