#i got so many wips to work on but little power to draw

[puffpawstries]

the pain of wanting to draw ososan but you have to go to work

SAVE ME ART SAVE ME SAVE MEEE

[fushiglow]

anyone want a satosugu swimming au?!

sooooo... @bearhaviour and i completely ran away with swimming au ideas after discovering we both swam competitively as kids (lol). i quickly bashed this out on my selfish mission to persuade bear to draw my silly lane divider kiss idea but… i actually kinda like it?? 🫠

at this point, i feel like i should just start sharing my many unfinished snippets with the world and hope they turn into something substantial eventually... so here, take this wip and pretend you didn't see it! go look at bear's swimming au art while you're at it

sorry if you're waiting for me to get to your request!! i'm still working through the ones i received on the first day, but the turnaround should be quicker once i've got through the (much appreciated) backlog. still working on the next chapter of threshold too, i promise 🫶

‘I guess you’re not as fast as you thought, Satoru.’ The sound of his name on those lips always did strange things to Satoru’s stomach, but the way Suguru gasped around the syllables then, a little breathless with exertion? That was something else entirely. He’d long thought blue his colour, but as Satoru watched the water’s reflections dancing across Suguru’s features, bathing him in the glow of the underwater lighting, he knew. If blue had ever been his, it belonged to Suguru now. ‘You didn’t win,’ Satoru finally managed. At the slight break in his voice, Suguru’s lips twitched and Satoru could only watch them, mesmerised. Warm fingers brushed up against his over the lane divider — when had he let go of the starting block? When had Suguru let go of the starting block? ‘Neither did you.’ Their toes touched under the water and the gasp that escaped Satoru was mortifying. Suguru didn’t seem to think so; the spark in his eyes burst into life like Satoru had poured gasoline over it. When a powerful calf caressed his, it felt a little more purposeful this time. Satoru actually had to bite his lip to suppress his moan. With his ego already taking significant damage, he was grasping at straws when he said, ‘I want a rematch.’ Suguru’s answering grin was positively wolfish. He leaned over the lane divider a little more and it sagged under their joint weight, parting the water to bring them together. ’Oh yeah?’ The sensation of warm breath washing over Satoru’s face gave him pause. He couldn’t think straight; couldn’t remember if their faces had been this close only moments ago. When his gaze fell to Suguru’s lips, he knew it was all over. ‘Think you can win, Satoru?’ He murmured his response into Suguru’s open mouth. ‘I’ll win.’ Of that, at least, Satoru was certain.

[jlilycorbie]

I still have no idea why fandom culture, and especially fanfic, passed me by. I went to my first con when I was 12. I've run green rooms. I should be all over it, but I'm just...not.

I passionately love books and movies and shows, but no matter what, I end up writing my own little things instead. Sometimes there are bits and pieces and inspirations from things I love in my work, but I've never really tried to set up my own stories in other people's worlds.

The exception is when a story makes me mad. When I get spun up about how some worldbuilding doesn't work or how some idea seems wasted, then I'll get into what could have been fanfic, but always spins off far enough to end up being my own thing.

I've got a backburnered cyberpunk WIP. It takes place in a future US that's no longer a world power, outside and inside an arcology. Some things in the world have gotten better, some have gotten worse. People can attend virtual school, which was theoretically designed to erase class differences between students, but it's not like kids haven't found countless ways to draw those lines between themselves anyway. The MC lives outside the arcology, and her dearest goal in life is to become a teacher so she can get a coveted place living comfortably inside the arcology. She doesn't know how crap life can be if you work in maintenance and live in the cramped maintenance levels, and she and her BFF, who's an agoraphobic kid who won't leave her bedroom in the arcology, accidentally uncover a terrorist plot to plant a bomb in the arcology and frame the maintenance worker's union in an attempt to both destroy the union and push through new legislation that would allow the corporate owners of the arcology to essentially turn all of the maintenance workers into indentured servants.

That story started while I was complaining about Ready Player One.

The underpinning for Magic School Dropouts is probably immediately obvious. Around 17 years ago, the MC and her BFF managed to escape the creepy magic school they'd joined. The MC's family had moved without telling her while she was in the boarding school, so she had to figure out how to live her life while fleeing the magic police who would track her down for what she'd done at the school. She and her BFF separated, and now she's gotten a message from her BFF's sister: her BFF was pregnant when they escaped from the school, and she died shortly after she had her daughter, who her older sister raised. Her older sister knew nothing about what happened to them in the school, so she didn't see anything wrong with sending her niece to the school. Except now she's gotten cryptic messages from her niece indicating she needs help. The MC is the only person the sister knows who went to the school and can maybe help, and while trying to figure out what to do, the MC learns there's a whole thriving magical culture that has nothing to do with the isolated school that preys on children born into normal families who don't know better.

And yeah, that came from many, many discussions about Harry Potter. Most of them before Rowling let the mask drop.

The Tom Cruise Mummy remake had me on a path toward some kind of story, but there were problematic elements I never managed to iron out enough to get a good plot together.

I guess when it comes down to it, when I love something, I'm happy to love it and enjoy what I've gotten from the original makers, and when I get mad about something, I go spinning off too far into the ether to write fanfic.

[heretolurkandnothingmore]

WIP Wednesday

It's going so slowly, but it's going! "It" being my obikin fic. (See previous posts here). (See illustrations for this idea here). I finally got myself to work on the wedding scene. Except they don't know the alien tradition they're participating in is, strictly speaking, a marriage. So, this is an out-of-body mind meld experience done purely for tactical advantage*. Enjoy! (Also, is this excerpt too long? It's for science. I'm trying to figure out how much of a scene to post next time.) *a blatant lie

"A… link, you say?"

They sat in front of the Mystic, a middle aged Danaan woman with golden scales and deep dark eyes. At her side, a tiny droid shadowed her speech in unsteady Basic. Her acolyte, a pale-scaled and long-feathered teenager, stared at the Jedi and radiated a mixture of fear and fascination in the Force. The Mystic's aura was radiant. She was obviously powerful.

"It would be like an echo- sorry, a connection device of yours." the old Danaan said.

Anakin barely suppressed a snort. "Except this one would work in your karking caverns," he thought.

"Many of the Danaan share such bonds and speak even when separated. One could be the brink of the Abyss and another in its depths and they'd still hear each other's thoughts."

"Seems… Deep. For a connection." Obi-Wan said. Anakin caught a brief ripple of worry from him from the surface of their bond.

"The joining is perfectly reversible, if that's what you wish to do once your mission is done with." The Mystic continued. "It's a simple ritual it just needs some paint so I can draw- Mithra, what?" The acolyte whispered. "Sigils. That's the word."

"Paint." Obi-Wan scratched his beard. "We'd have to check it for toxicity. If that's allowed."

"Be my guest. It's just minerals."

Mithra bolted somewhere in an unsteady wobbling run and returned with a pot of paint. She waved at the Jedi to go ahead and followed the Mystic's measured steps as the older Danaan left to prepare the necessary tools.

Obi-Wan dipped the very tip of his pinky finger into the thick slurry. The two men waited, cloth at the ready to wipe away the paint if it were to start behaving strangely, but it didn't.

"Just some minerals indeed."

"Then nothing is stopping us from doing the ritual." Anakin said, voice thick with relief and still-lingering tension.

Tunics removed and (in Obi-Wan's case) neatly folded, they sat side by side on the dark flat rock. Obi-Wan breathed steadily, probably already in light meditation. Anakin looked at his pale freckled shoulders and shivered.

"Cold, padawan?"

"A little, and not anymore." Anakin said. It wasn't just cold or just longing that made goosebumps race up his arms, though. It was apprehension. It was fear.

Their connection, grown from the training bond they were never truly willing to sever, had always been a comfort to Anakin. A tether to hold onto in the storms that so often ripped through his mind. But he'd learned to control that connection, to shield his master from the worst of it. It was, in its own way, distant - the two of them always orbiting each other.

This, the "Soul Link" or whatever the Danaans called it, would be different. It would set them on a collision course - not the familiar act of their Force signatures brushing against each other, edge to edge, but a melding. Anakin may have envied the Danaans before, when the Mystic mentioned the tradition of joining, two being like one. Now, the prospect of laying out everything before Obi-Wan filled him with trepidation. He wanted his master's acceptance, his approval, longed to reach deep and feel the intensity that laid beneath the surface of Obi-Wan's tranquil, self-possessed exterior. Yet Anakin knew he'd never get his wish. Baring the core of his soul would only show his glaring weakness, his un-jedi-like passion, his fear. How could Obi-Wan accept him if Anakin couldn't even accept himself? What if, like the Jedi Knight himself at times, Obi-Wan got tired of the noise and the pain and the intensity of Anakin's every waking moment?

Still, it seemed that clinging to foolish hope was his specialty.

The Mystic finally came up to him. The deep blue shimmer of her robes was calming and mesmerizing like the waters of an underground lake. Behind her toddled an acolyte with two pots of paint - slate and cyan. Even further behind, Anakin saw the comical figure of the little translator droid.

"We begin", the Mystic intoned. Her deep voice followed by the droid's tinny echo in Basic. "Your arm, please."

Anakin let her hold his flesh arm as she traced some unknown figure into it. The contrast between rough scales and soft pads of her four fingers was strange. The paint was cold and wet on his skin, and the angle didn't quite let him see what picture the curving lines were making. The air hummed with power.

"It should dry quickly." The Mystic said, apparently satisfied.

"Will the connection cut out if I lose this arm, too?"

"The connection is internal," she gestured at her heart. "It's not just in the mark."

Anakin looked over his newly painted arm, still not touching the paint for fear of smudging it. On it, in a labyrinth of blue lines, there was a circle with complex overcrossing figures. They silhouettes looked familiar even when the cyan speckled around them curved into strange shapes of dots and wings. In fact, they looked like…

"Our lightsabers?" Obi-Wan asked. His mark was finished, too and contorted uncomfortably to look at his shoulder.

"The shapes most familiar to you. Now, you have to say the words and touch upon each other's marks to open-" she said something that made the translator droid let out an unhappy squeak and a small fountain of sparks. "Gates to the mind."

Anakin was about to remark on the powers she must have used to scan their memories for those "shapes most familiar", but before he could speak the Mystic continued.

"Mithra, smack that machine, please, I need it to stop changing my words. The Shining Ones need to repeat what I say in normal language."

"No need for violence," Anakin interjected, "I can just turn him off."

The matter of the droid resolved, the two Jedi settled across from each other, arms outstretched. Anakin silently wished he could have a better excuse to touch his master's bare shoulders.

"Repeat after me," the Mystic said, and the everything blurred. If someone asked Anakin to describe what the ritual was afterwards he wouldn't be able to put it to words. Except maybe this: there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. Not even the sensations tethering him to his body held. All he saw and felt were the shining, sharp points of connection between them, his palm to Obi-Wan's shoulder, Obi-Wan's fingers on Anakin's inner forearm. He distantly heard his own voice saying something. The unfamiliar syllables were heavy on his tongue.

Then he felt it - the tentative, warm touch of his master's Force signature against his own, like light slowly spilling out from the horizon at sunrise. It felt- indescribable. Like safety. Like coming home.

"Go on," he heard a smile in his master's voice. "We have to do this properly."

Anakin slowly let himself open up. The gale of the Cosmic Force rushed through him almost immediately. It brought with it the same background noise of the universe that always battered on his shields and made meditating into a battle. His restless rolling tornado of a mind was spinning out of control again, and Anakin felt vaguely nauseous, as if he was in freefall. He clenched his jaw and himself fall, calling out in his mind for Obi-Wan to catch him.

Suddenly, Anakin was enveloped in the sort of calm he long since forgot how to feel. It was like being a child again, hiding from a desert storm on Tatooine behind the solid whitewashed walls of their home. It was like knowing his mother was waiting for him, ready to erase his worries with a kind word, like finding rest and comfort encircled in her arms. Was this how Obi-Wan felt all the time? This… Serenity?

"Not quite." Came the dry response. "You make sure of that."

Anakin released a brief sense of embarrassed indignation into the blurred space between them.

Maybe this was enough for the ritual, but he couldn't help but reach deeper. That's what he wanted, always: to hold on and never have to let go. The always-aching, possessive part of him called out in horror and despair - and something called back.

With Anakin's every breath, it pulsed. It was the darkness at the bottom of the well. A pulsing threat, a beckoning voice, long-denied but still dangerous. It was his own fear, and someone else's, too. Anakin reached in, one breath and then another passing with him stretching out his energy and trying to pull light and warmth into the void before him. It seemed to work, and Anakin felt as if he were touching hot embers of a fire he'd stoked in an empty fireplace. Soon, the heat turned all-consuming, like a star going supernova, like sunlight on the surface of the Sun. It melted away the last of what separated the two Force signatures. He wasn't sure where the separation between them began anymore. Any distinction seemed meaningless. He was but a part of them. They inhaled.

They were basking in the sunshine of the bond. Thoughts flittered past like clouds on the horizon, impossibly distant. Their heartbeat was distant thunder.

It was not to last, a part of them started pulling away. The rest, him, held on, despite the pain and ecstasy of being united and separated, all at once.

"Anakin." came a breath through their link.

Warmed, then singed, then almost seared by the flame, \he\ held on greedily, trying to plunge deeper. Was someone calling him?

"Anakin!" a voice called out. The world abruptly shifted into place, like a ship coming out of hyperspace.

Anakin remembered he had ears, and fingers that clenched white-knuckled into someone's firm shoulder. Obi-Wan's shoulder. Oh. He let go and winced at the blooming reddened impressions left behind on the skin.

"Oh. Sorry, Master, I-"

Obi-Wan waved him off. The older Jedi looked as dazed as Anakin felt. He cleared his throat.

"I think we did it."

"You did." the Mystic sighed. "Very well."

The two men didn't turn to look at her, still to shaken by the experience of the bond.

"Back to the land of the living?" Anakin huffed. The guilt weighed heavy on him. Was he too much?

"You're looking a little pale for 'living'." Obi-Wan deadpanned.

"Did you two know you're speaking with your thoughts?" the Mystic intoned, amused. Her voice rung in the air as if it really did just break a long silence.

They looked at each other.

"We are?"

"You will figure out the difference between tongue and mind soon. Now, go. You haven't much time to get used to the Link."

They went to grab their robes, arms colliding awkwardly. Anakin picked up a sash, realized it wasn't his and saw Obi-Wan staring, confused, at the bundle of dark cloth in his hands. They exchanged grins and swapped items.

"Thank you, Mystic." Obi-Wan called out, once they were outfitted.

She just nodded and turned away to yell after the acolyte, who'd long since toddled away somewhere with the paint.

"Mithra, where did you put that damn ceremonial cloth again?"

The two Jedi walked the corridors of the Danaan temple together, disconcerted, the lines between them still blurry. Anakin basked in the calm warmth of Obi-Wan's Force signature still not quite separated from his. What did they just stumble into? If the link was so strong, what would severing it do to them? It seemed Obi-Wan shared some of his thoughts.

"Seems almost a pity for us to break it after the mission."

"Right. I thought you'd say it's too big of an attachment to have."

"I would." Obi-Wan sighed. "It is."

[daisywords]

Hello I want to know about uhhh all of your characters in the poll please do expand on some???? :)???

hi :):) don't mind me treasuring up this ask all day (and maybe finishing 1 1/2 drawings so I could have portraits of all of them that I don't hate)

but yes here we go!

Alya (psychic propaganda) is the main character of my wip Fear Me (which belongs to the larger starlightverse [read: a planned trilogy]). She has "mind powers" including a telepathic connection with her brother and, importantly, the ability to basically beam emotions and basic ideas into other people's brains without their knowledge. Before she knows she has this ability, she kind of uses it accidentally, and chalks it up to just being naturally good at talking her way into things. But, as you can imagine, that power has a lot of potential for political uses and literal propaganda, making her a coveted pawn in, well, the plot.

Eli (plagued by "visions") is Alya's aforementioned brother. He is also a coveted pawn, mainly because he has the power of...knowing things (terms and conditions apply). This is not fun for him, in case you were wondering. If I go with the current plan he is the mc of the third book.

Mar (necromancer on a revenge quest) is also from starlightverse (mc of the second book I think?), but her connection to the other two is a secret. But. um. she comes from a group whose culture and language has been mostly erased in an attempt to also erase their magic system, which involves blood magic teleportation and ancestor necromancy. She starts out on a quest to avenge her father's death, and it gets worse.

Pasha (magic rock) is from my wip Deep and Dark, Beautiful and Bright (DaDBaB). I haven't talked about her a ton yet, because there are two timelines to the wip (past and present) and I've mostly been writing the past and she belongs to the present. But basically she has a...seeing stone, if you will, which mostly helps her to find things. When we meet her, she is being exploited by a group of treasure hunters...or maybe she is exploiting them.

Lya (unkillable amnesiac) is one of DaDBaB's two pov characters. A lot to unpack here. She's a zombie but she's still alive. Possessed by an evil entity but also she's the one in charge. Dies a lot but comes back every time. She can pass through gates between realms. There's maybe more than one version of her running around at once? She gains and loses different parts of her memory. In the past timeline she was this religious chosen one figure in a really weird political/social/religious position. She triggered the apocalypse but also she was right?

Trip (magic battery) is the other pov character from DaDBaB. He's also an amnesiac but there were too many other words in his description. He regains his memory more linearly though. Um...as part of the apocalypse a lot of their tech and zombie-destroying weapons stopped working, and he's the only one that can power/use them...for secret reasons. Saddest guy in the world but doesn't remember why. In the past he was pretending to be a Chosen One mostly to stay out of prison, and then things got complicated.

Anyway these are some of my Little Guys™ and I hope y'all like them!

[undertheknightwing]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @not-so-mundane-after-all and if you don’t mind I'm gonna steal your idea since I don't have any active wips either, just ideas:

• First, obviously I'm always working on chapters. We're gonna ignore the fact that it took me two years to get to the chapter where the boys finally go on a date 🙃 but I'll give myself a pass since this is chapter 22 and I can't believe I got that far.

• Titanstober Week 4 idea that focuses on some of the horrible things done to Gar by the Chief, all seen by Rachel who somehow found herself able to wander in Gar's memories even though she hasn't been able to before and towards the end gets her answer when meeting someone very magical and powerful.

• Now to jump to another ship, I'm a sucker for re-writing episodes/scenes and I've been itching to re-write the kryptonite poisoning scenes in the s&l episode "Loyal Subjekts" to give my Jonny-Boy some hurt + comfort because it's just.. ughh.. that he didn't get sick too. He's got Kryptonian dna which means he should be affected by kryptonite. Simple as that. He's getting poisoned by kryptonite and Clark is gonna be a good dad who actually takes care of Jon for once dammit!

• Okay back to Titans, I thought about writing some kind of Christmas party fic that takes place like four years after season 4. It'd be wholesome but also bittersweet because everyone's grown up with their own lives. DickKory are living a life as normal as they can with Mar'i, Rachel is about to graduate college, and Gar's living in Metropolis with a roommate (who's also technically his co-worker) but is still the Red's champion so he's barely had time to see the Titans throughout the years. It'd be a shock to everyone that Gar actually has the time to attend the party. (that, or release the director's cut of "a very merry crossover christmas")

Now for ideas that probably won't be written but they've been stuck in my head for a while

• Since Gar is connected to life and death through the Red, I assume he can contact the afterlife and thought how emotionally damaging it'd be for Gar to visit his parents. Like I have this image of his parents afterlife being living peacefully in a cute little house where they can just enjoy each other's company, away from all the science stuff that took up their attention forever, and someday Gar shows up to finally talk to them again after so long. Heartbreaking family reunion stuff, ya know?

• In the same train as family stuff because I love it, it makes me very happy, I'm so soft for the idea of dad!Gar. It's been in my brain for years. He'd be so silly but so sweet,, I'm just in love with it 🥺💖 Anyway the idea would be Dick meeting Gar's son and being a mix of anxiety, pride, and "Oh my god I'm a grandpa and I'm not even 40". Mar'i would be super excited to have a nephew too.

• Krypto in s&l, that's all. He's Jon's dog because Jon deserves a dog.

• Jon in Wonderland au. I was obsessed with this idea, like it's all I could think about for a bit. (I have a couple drawings from the idea that I'd glady show you bestie if you ever wanna see 💙)

[sporesgalaxy]

how did you decide on your fursona? i keep on trying to make one but none of the animals i test out feel right

well. It was a long process (seriously, 7 years long) so I'll just recount it for you in summary and hope that helps?

Starts out simple: I consider myself to possess some stereotypical dog traits. 1) I'm easily excitable and a little...look I'm not dumb, but I can be...slow. Or dense. Or something. 2) When they say "following someone around like a lost puppy," I identified with that SO much as a kid that I defnitely literally roleplayed it at some point.

Unfortunately, I have no advice for picking out a unique base animal for this reason.

Jump ahead to me being 14 and this being a pony blog. I found out most of the cool artists I liked had fursonas and decided I wanted one. Dog was the obvious choice! (And I have blond hair, so Golden Retriever was also obvious)

My habit of making self inserts who are EITHER a silly fairy with the power of god OR a super normal guy goes all the way back to the dawn of this blog...and Puppy was originally the latter (see: far left image below)

The most interesting it got was when I'd draw Puppy with colors from real pictures of the sky (center image). I was unsure how to work in my silly pixie identity (far right image).

I recall trying a few times to make a fairy doggy, but it just never quite felt right.

For many years I barely drew my fursona. It was but a distant memory...........until at last I made an effort to revisit it in college!!! I reflected on the sorts of cartoon animal characters I liked: Sanrio and classic American cartoons...

UNTIL AT LAST...WHEN I LEAST EXPECTED IT...AN INCREDIBLE BOLT OF INSPIRATION STRUCK WHILE I WAS TRYING TO DISPEL NERVOUS ENERGY BEFORE A MATH TEST.

MAD RAT PURGATORY!!

In a fit of deranged, meme-addled glee, I combined my Toon Fursona (left) with an ongoing wip design for a Sonic the Hedgehog self-insert fairy creature (right)

AND THE PERFECT BEAST WAS BORN.

Hearing the song in the moment I did helped me realize a certain something-or-other that I've always held close to my heart as someone who grew up with no explanation for the strange and unpredictable mental landscape I lived in as a consequence of undiagnosed OCD and ADHD:

That is, humorous juxtaposition found in the gleefully grotesque, the vivaciously violent, the merrily morbid, and all manner of adorable abominations. Thus: the bug body horror.

So, ummmmmmmm. Final notes: Follow your heart! Draw while listening to music? Think about what you're naturally drawn to and compelled by! And have fun!

[triforce-of-gender]

working on a more serious zelda fic for rauru x sonia, my current fav pairing. i'll share a little snippet under the cut for any who might be curious.

in the meantime, i figured i'd mention what i have posted and what i've got planned. i have one fic from eons ago that's more of a gag than anything else. T rated impa x sheik... kind of? not really. it can be found here if that sounds interesting. but i promise i can do better XD

other than this rauru x sonia biography-ish wip, i've got an impa x urbosa fic planned. likely will be multichap. both fics will have some M/E rated actions goin on, mainly the impa x urbosa. you cannot convince me that urbosa doesn't has insane game. i've also got some headcanons for gerudo culture that i've gotta write rather than explain. it's gonna be a really fun story.

rip impa.

anyway, snippet of the rauru x sonia fic below!! ♥

The door behind them creaked open just a touch. Rauru glanced over his shoulder and found the tiny figure of Sonia there, peering in curiously. “Come on in,” he beckoned. “Do you require assistance?”

“I would like a word, if possible.”

“Yes, of course.” He turned away from Mineru and stepped closer to the Hylian. “I never thanked you for the tea, did I?”

“You did, yes,” Sonia assured him. “Mineru, apologies but…may I speak with your brother in private?”

Mineru’s ears twitched as she turned away from her readings. “I—well, sure, I guess…” She awkwardly side-stepped towards the doorway. “Just…let me know when you’ve…finished.”

The doors closed and Rauru ruffled the back of his head. “Forgive her…she’s not the most verbose.”

“It’s not a problem.” Sonia stepped closer, keeping their distance familiar rather than professional. “Your travels went well?”

“The travel itself wasn’t particularly notable, which is a blessing.” He folded his arms. “As for the Rito…well, there is more trouble there than anticipated. Nothing patience cannot solve.” His head tipped down, closer to her. “Not to make any hasty assumptions, but I feel as though this is not what you are interested in discussing.”

“Not…necessarily.” She smirked. “Are you giving my clairvoyance a try?”

“Perhaps I’ve been taking some notes.”

“I see. Well, in that case, and forgive me if I’m mistaken but…we have known each other for some time. I am quite fond of you. And I am to believe you are quite fond of me.”

Rauru nodded slightly and slowly. “Yes, that is true.”

“I mentioned the other night…how the Goddess keeps drawing us together. You remember that, yes?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I suppose you do like a direct conversation. I apologize for avoiding this subject for so long, or merely hinting at it.” She stepped closer, extended a hand towards him. “I am…very fond of you, Rauru. Very fond. And I would like to keep being fond of you, if in a way lovers are.”

“S-Sonia….”

His hand was chilled and foreign in hers, despite how many times she felt his casual touch. She stared at his thin fingers, the golden-copper rings and bands around his forearm, structured to enhance his power. “I understand if our physical differences may seem like a daunting obstacle, but like all else, it’s an obstacle we can quell together.” Her eyes closed as sureness swept over her. “I know the fondness—the love—we feel for one another, transcends any corporeal bounds. Like you’ve said so many times…” Her eyes opened and she tried to meet his, but he was staring at her hand in his. “There is so little difference between us. We are both fragile. We both breathe and bleed.” She locked their fingers together and squeezed. “I’d like to breathe and bleed together. As one.”

Rauru said nothing, which would have had her worrying if his other hand hadn’t tenderly nestled against her cheek, fingers weaving into her hair. “Forgive me,” he said softly, “this is something I’ve wanted for so long…I urged myself to let the dream die. I had convinced myself it wasn’t feasible, especially now, but…”

Sonia leaned into his hand, warming against her skin. “Is that why you never returned to my village?”

“It is, subconsciously, most likely.” His eyes closed again and he leaned in closer. She couldn’t resist the offer to kiss the bridge of his nose again. To sever their hands so she could hold his jaw with both of hers, keep him there in her grasp, her forehead to his.

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Whumpmas in July 2024 - Day 1: (Re) Introduce Yourself!

This post is part of my participation in the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

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Howdy, folks! I'm Deedoo! I've been a whump enjoyer for as long as I can remember, though I didn't know there was a term or community for it until somewhere in mid-2023, when I somehow stumbled across a whump fic, found the terms and tags, and the rest was history.

I'm a professionally trained artist who almost never draws (woops), though I sure do like to think about it. I got bitten hard by the writing bug a few years back, and that's been my main creative outlet for a while. I write all kinds of things, and am currently working on a (non-whump) fantasy series that I daydream about potentially publishing one day.

In terms of whump content, I have a WIP whump fic called "We Are TroubleD"! Right now there are several entries up, but they're miscellaneous entries written for a previous whump event that may or may not eventually find their ways into the proper canon story. I'm just having fun with it for now while I write the main story!

Here's a little more about me for those who might be interested:

❤️ Name: Deedoo

💚 Pronouns: she/her

🤍 Favorite season: Fall probably... I love the leaves, the colors on the trees, and of course Halloween! ... But ahhh, spring is so good too because you can go outside after a long cold winter and the flowers are blooming... It's so hard to pick just one season!

❤️ Average amount of sleep: 8 hours hopefully! My sleep schedule is all kinds of goofed up though haha

💚 Dream Job: Something where I can make art (or something that makes me feel creatively fulfilled), pays me well, and doesn't drive me into the ground due to exhaustion and/or long hours (beyond what I can handle).

🤍 Blog established date: Nov 23rd, 2023! Or at least that's when I reblogged my first ever post on here. I'm not quite sure how to check when I actually made this blog!

❤️ Username/blog meaning: I originally wanted to call my self "Whumpty-Dumpty" like "Humpty Dumpty", but that name was already taken, so I went with "Whumpy-Dumpty-Doo" like "Scooby-Doo", and specifically the show "Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!"! That theme song frequently plays in my head because of this blog. That's also why the line in my profile asks "Who whumped you?". Now you can sing along with me!

💚 Hobbies: Drawing, crafting, writing, playing video games, watching youtube, and walking!

🤍 What you love about whump: The power dynamics, the struggles, the vulnerabilities, the comfort and care (I ultimately want the whumpees to have happy or at least neutral endings!), and the journey that the whumpees take to overcome, hold on, and survive their traumas. Things can get so emotional, and sometimes it's through the deepest and darkest horrors that you can see the brightest lights at the end of it all.

Plus, the community is so creative!! I love how so much of the whumpsphere is made up of original stories, characters, and art. So many people churn out consistently amazing stuff, and it blows me away.

... Also I'm a sucker for any character who is bound and gagged. It's a freaking weakness. Sue me lmao.

❤️ Anything else to add: I hope that everyone who reads this has a nice day!

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Please note that my blog is meant for an 18+ audience. There are things that I post and reblog that are mature in nature and can sometimes be NSFW and not suitable for minors.

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Tags: @whumpmasinjuly-archive

[chiropteracupola]

tagged in '20 questions for fic writers' by the esteemed @verecunda — thank you very much!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

102,035.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at the moment, I think Sharpe, Flight of the Heron, and Kidnapped are getting most of my attention? altho' there are of course quite a few others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you'd be my best friend, you'd be my lady (Hornblower)

sleep in it slowly (if you can) (Hornblower)

illuminating all, in time (Hornblower TV)

here in your arms is cured (Kidnapped)

as in a mirror dimly (The Mummy 1999)

...huh. that is not what I thought the top five were going to be. but then again, I think a lot of the work that I myself like better is both newer and more niche, so I guess that does make sense.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I typically respond to comments on fics I posted after April 2022, which is when I started replying to comments. not sure why that's my routine but either way it's what it is.

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

hm, a lot of breaking left to do, perhaps, being as it's just solidly Horatio Hornblower Is Sorrowful right from one end to the other. I'd lean toward this one rather than any of what I've written on the theme of being lost in undeath, even though there are quite a few more of those (and better written ones to boot!), since I tend to end those with something calm and a little restful even in decay.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think that's probably got to go to Shaking Off Our Shadows, which is basically two thousand words to the effect of 'what if these two fellows from a very grim book full of disease and death and ruin and general misery had a really nice beach epilogue wherein Everything Was Fine.'

8. Do you get hate on fics?

eh, I've gotten a few weird comments on one, mostly people voicing their hatred for one of the characters it's about. I personally think it's all very silly to come to the doorstep of a fellow who likes to write about romantic dissection and say that a kiss exchanged with mutual interest but without previous discussion is 'fucked'. methinks the problem lies not with me.

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

...on occasion. not a great deal of it has actually made it into finished fic at present, mostly because I'm not very confident with specificity in those matters, and so it's more likely to be heavily metaphoricized (see above about the romantic dissection...)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

most of them are things that I'll draw about or merely ponder rather than writing, but a particularly silly one that I've actually gotten some words in on is Hornblower and Animorphs — look, if the Animorphs team is canonically at Trafalgar, I don't think I have a choice but to crack open a space to play with in the Age of Sail!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

as far as I know, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

a few of my RLS-based ones have been translated into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

sort of! when it comes to actually both writing in the same document, no, but the larger expanse of Flintlock Fortress is done in close collaboration with @dxppercxdxver, and we're discussing a great deal even if we're actually writing on separate parts of the story.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I think when it comes to sheer years-long staying power, that badge has to go to Livesey/Trelawney.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I really would like to finish some of my earlier Treasure Island and Hornblower attempts, like the selkie au and the tattoo-sorcery story. I was definitely biting off more than I could chew plot-wise at the time and I'm more confident writing at length now, but I really don't have a ton of enthusiasm for the almost complete rewrites those stories would need to feel right to me, and so probably not.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I really do pride myself on my ability to Describe poetically and to spin an interesting sentence. enough of my fics are extended versions of things that I couldn't make work as a single drawing that that's become quite an important thing for me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plots, and overall forming a story to have a solid structure and not just be a vaguely interesting selection of scenes... and I'm definitely not very good at imitating authorial voice, even when I'm trying very hard to do so.

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

like most everything, it's good when done with intention — I really wish I'd gotten quite good enough at Latin to do what I'd been intending and write some Hornblower fic entirely in Latin.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I'd guess Stand Still Stay Silent, altho' I never ended up finishing any of the stories I began, and that was long before I had such a thing as an ao3 account (or even my current file-keeping system,) so where that all ended up I've got no clue at all.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

well, I think it's got to be the wormsfic... I'm just beyond proud of it even in its currently unfinished state and I think it's excellent proof of the fact that I've actually grown as a writer over the last few years.

and I shall tag... @dxppercxdxver, @cedarboots, @baronetcoins, @kigiom, @bishakespeares, and @lacomandante, if you're interested?

[berkinix]

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged in this Tumblr fanfic classic by one of the coolest peeps I know online: @findswoman! Seriously, she's such an amazing writer, and everyone should go check her stuff out immediately! You can find it here -> Findswoman - Works | Archive of Our Own

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Whoo, boy! Well, I have way too many WIPs to post on here, so, in order to save everyone the grief, I'm only going to list the ones in my Star Wars folder. That's the fandom I'm currently vibing with, and the only one whose stories I have posted on my AO3 at the moment. Here goes!

A Matter of Hearts

Blood in the Heavens*

Facing the Truth

Flawed Relics

Holiday Games

In Regard to Power

Nameless Fear

Of Spirits and Demons (And the Differences Between Them)

Place

Soul Stitcher

The Crimson Shadow

The Miseducation of Molulci Rossunto*

The Scholar

The Slow Change

Through Daimon Eyes

Touch

Undercover

Yavin 6

Yearning

*Currently in development and being posted on AO3!

Feel free to send asks! (Sorry that the list is so long. I have compiled it over many a year.) Also, um, I'm ashamed to say that I don't know as many fanfic writers on this hellsite as the number of unfinished stories I have, so, ah...

@thecoffeelorian @evanui27 @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @its-not-a-pen @sl-walker @sundewleafspeak @blackkatmagic @doorsclosingslowly @indira-korr @marvel-mistress-padawan @saricess @stealingpotatoes @xvlvxvr

Yes, I added my brother in there just to troll him. He's got more WIPs than I do, anyway. Do they count if they're drawings instead?

Anyhow, I hope anyone who comes across this game chooses to participate! Everyone is tagged! Even if you've already done it. Do it again! :D

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Loved chapter one of Hollow Shell

Wanna talk about what it was like writing it? How it changed and evolved into the finished version? Ideas scrapped? Sorry I just love authors talking about their writing

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SURE why not!

It took me a long time to write chapter one, hell I was still writing it when I was writing the first chapter of Same Story Different Font. Mostly because I have unmedicated adhd and way too many thoughts, aus, and ideas buzzing around in my head at the same time. Plus Im actually PLAYING Hollow Knight so that takes even more of my time

(And when I actually mustered up the will and motivation I was too tired and just wanted to chill out)

Now during the writing process when I had about 2500 words written, I had a really cool idea.

The beginning of the chapter would be a prologue about how Hollow got ripped from the Black Egg Temple and then after that every two or three paragraphs the narrating pov would switch to Hollow (and the Radiance) showing how they're reacting to the whole situation.

In fact you could even see an example of that in this wip I posted on September 29th (yes Hollow Shell has been a wip for many months :/)

The Radiance is the bold and italicized text while Hollow is just the italics

And in the parentheses sections the Radiance would be just bold.

Unfortunately as cool as this idea would've been I couldnt get it to work into the chapter without feeling clunky (and adding to the word count even more) so I had to scrap the idea for the sake of getting the chapter DONE. But I will be doing it, its just that the Hollow and Radiance pov will be its own chapter entirely that way I can properly do it justice. (Im still deciding if it should be chapter 2 or chapter 3)

As you probably know this little exchange isnt actually in Hollow Shell anymore

Because I edited it and rewrote it entirely.

Mostly because this right here is the beginning of Casey's dad getting infected. But it felt like it was escalating too quickly. It would be way more fun to draw it out longer.

Here's the new version of this same wip

Also you wanna know WHY Hollow was struggling so much the entire chapter? Part of the reason was to try and get as far away from everyone as possible...and a much larger part of it was the Radiance trying escape.

Because the vessel isnt IN the sealed temple, the spells have been broken, there are millions of people in New York City ALONE.

And the only thing stopping the furious goddess from completely wreaking havoc is Hollow's own will. They are actively trying to do everything in their power to keep her from busting their head open like a walnut and being unleashed onto an unsuspecting city. And considering that Hollow's will, mind and body have been shattered over and over again from centuries of abuse...yeah

Its obviously not gonna last long.

And one more thing, you know how Casey was continuously texting during the chapter. He was absolutely talking to the turtles (I actually plan to show that conversation in either chapter two or chapter three, heehheheheheh)

If you want me to talk about Hollow Shell more I am more than happy to do so

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Tagged by the lovely @chelle-68 🥰🥰

5 works (in no particular order)

How long till we reach the door?

My first E fic and longest published fic to date. For whatever reason, it was one of the easiest fics for me to write, and is still one of my favorites. I also experimented with a dual POV, and I liked how it turned out.

Lock it up

The idea for this fic came about from a random tumblr post about David being Patrick's lock screen photo. For whatever reason, I really enjoy (HEA, obviously) fics where the Brewers learn that Patrick is gay/about his relationship in an alternate way. I think it's because it's a miracle he did keep the secret as long as he did.

A taste of you

From a prompt for Frozen Over. I'm sure the prompter did not intend for there to be as many ball jokes in a cake pop decorating meet-cute, but unfortunately I have the humor of a 12 year old boy. I still love this fic, and I like that I was able to include the phone call from canon, as well as Stevie because I love her.

Kiss & tell

The idea that Patrick would befriend the neighborhood ladies absolutely delights me, and power walking seemed to be the best way to do it. I also love that no matter how much gossip two local business-owning queer men may have, the busybody old ladies always know more.

(He) was a fast machine

Poor, newly single Patrick has to listen to his upstairs neighbors have sex. Loudly. Constantly. At least he can make friends, right? I'm glad others enjoyed this fic, because I love it and was delighted the whole time while writing it!

4 wips

I have a handful of wips I could share, but these are the most likely to actually come to fruition. I get distracted easily, therefore I write slow. I'm also more focused on drawing right now, so.

Post-canon vacation fic!

This will be my longest fic to date, and I am very excited about it. Mostly just lots of sex and soft husband's.

David's mirror

A slightly angsty fic I started recently. Basically, David's struggle with self-image.

How long till we reach the door? Continuation

1, possibly 2 more chapter about what happens after their first meeting!

Romeo and Juliet au.

What it says, except way less death. HEA guaranteed, of course.

3 biggest improvements

The first is just that I started writing, I suppose. I had a teacher in high school who absolutely hated my writing, for whatever reason, and had me convinced I was Bad at writing. Then I posted a silly little fic and all my friends were so lovely about it that I kept trying.

I would say I got better at recognizing how I write. I tend to need to get the general actions written out in a scene before I go back in and flesh out more depth and emotion.

I learned a lot more about dialogue punctuation. I haven't written much dialogue... ever, so I spent time trying to make sure I do it right.

2 resolutions

Write more! I really do enjoy writing, and I would like to carve out more time to do it.

Take more time to plot. I work a lot better when I have a structure to follow, so if I take the time in the beginning, I think it will be easier to stick with ideas.

Number 1 Favorite Line

"She never thought to wonder what he might not have wanted captured." From Lock it up.

I don't know that I really have a favorite line I've written, but part of my Marcy series centers around her desire to be involved and fully supportive of her new life. I headcanon that the older he got, the less Patrick liked having pictures of himself taken because it was too close to showing how he felt inside. It's hard to live a lie when it's staring you in the face, right? So now that he's accepted this huge part of himself, he starts taking pictures again and Marcy is delighted.

Tagging @smblmn @hippolotamus @stereopticons @smallumbrella369 @obsessedwithdavrick @mammameesh

[fuzzytrashbird]

meow! meow! meow! meow!

i commissioned @drearyprince to write a song about my OC !!! 

they took every little idea i had and said “what if that but better” /hj 

but seriously i love everything about this!!!! wah!!!!! 

i wanna dive a bit into my own stupid thoughts for this and info about the OC so read below for that 

first of all omg i was such a FOOL with my ideas!!!!!! i knew i wanted a song about my new boy Marshall aka The Bride of Bone, but all my ideas led to a silly ending, were a bit too much, or were just BORING. 

initially, the end, where it says “Or so they say...” i wanted to be a joke thing that led into a lil gif of Marshall and Skelly (his skeleton friend) bouncing like hahaha u were led to believe this silly tale BUT MARCEL SENT ME A WIP OF THE SONG WHERE IT HAS THE CRYPTIC “Or so they say...” AND I WAS LIKE THROWING MY IDEA IN THE TRASH I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT 

along with that, at first i was gonna try to work my butt off for an animatic kind of thing with various drawings that would’ve been fairly simple for me, but then i finished this 

which was just going to be like. a reference for the characters for me to go off of for the rest of the art and i was ready to make more, but again, when Marcel sent me the WIP i was like i know what i must do. 

so i made this background

then i put them together and my brain was like. this. is. IT. ITS PERFECT.  

so i hand Marcel the art to make the video under the impression they’d just use a still image and some fading in or out so they don’t have to work too much bc i was like dw about it you don’t gotta work ur ass off THEN THEY MADE THAT BEAUTIFUL VIDEO TOO?????????? bro im not ok this is so good, y’all im sobbing 

here’s a little bit about Marshall/The Bride Of Bone, if you’re interested. 

“’On full moon nights in summer, if you wander too far into the open field, you might find The Bride of Bone. Dancing in the falling snow with death itself, you are enticed to come closer until you vanish in the snow.’ In reality, this legend known by almost everyone in the surrounding area is nothing more than that. A legend. A legend started by an 8 year old at that. Marshall, also known as the main butler at the Williams family home, and as The Bride of Bone, is a bit eccentric. Upon showing off some of his powers to the only son of the Williams family, he unintentionally started a rumor in the boy's elementary school. As the rumor spread among the children trying to scare each other and the boy told him things spiraled, he decided to help the young master. Taking up going into the field with a fake skeleton he had painted to look real, he would dance a waltz under the summer's full moons. A dance of death, as they called it. Of course, no one has truly died from his snow, but sometimes legends get out of hand.“

Marshall is my newest OC, and, as mentioned, the main butler for the Williams family home. He is also... quite a bit more than human, though not many know that. He adores the only son of the Williams family, Sebastian, and one day while Sebastian was having a bad day, Marshall tried to cheer him up. Not only did he manage that, but he made Sebastian the talk of his elementary school for a few years, before the rumor got out of hand and became a legend as time passed. Now, Marshall carries out the legend on summer’s full moons simply because he finds himself enjoying the dance and has always enjoyed winter more than summer, so being able to make it snow is a plus. 

i have yet to decide on a lot about him, but i look forward to sharing anything i come up with in the future 

here’s a casual Marshall to end the post :3 

[arionawrites]

Happy STS! Tell me about a wip idea that you want to write, but haven't gotten around to starting yet?

omg happy sts!! i haven’t gotten an sts ask before so this is very exciting!!!

there’s a wip idea that i actually tried to make my nanowrimo project like four years in a row but just wasn’t able to commit to or really form or create ?? like for some reason any attempt i made just didn’t work but i still love the idea so much that i’m hoping to try again at some point!

it’s gonna be called the CJ series, because the main protagonist is named Carina Jeane. she’s a seventeen year old living with neglectful parents, with older siblings that have a large age gap from her and moved out when she was little.

the premise behind the wip is this: a group of criminals, some who know each other and some who are complete strangers, end up developing powers at the same time that carina does, only carina’s are far more powerful and destructive and have a very direct connection to her emotional state. i want the book to basically have these criminals have no choice but to come together because there’s no one else they can rely on, and then somehow they find out about carina and essentially adopt her. i want it to be a trilogy but the struggles i keep running into are:

how do they get their powers? does it need to be established how they got them or can it just be a mystery?

who/what is the antagonist?

how do they find each other and eventually find carina? what is it other than their powers that draws them together?

how many people should it be? i originally cale up with eight characters but it felt like too much and i’ve repurposed some of those characters for my rip rotten (lucky, avery and phoebe) because they felt more fittimg in that story, but i don’t know how many characters would be fitting for the CJ series

if i did make it a trilogy, what would the overall arc be?

and more. it feels very daunting but i’ve written so many concept scenes and i want to make it a proper wip eventually so hopefully!! eventually!!

[star-going-supernova]

Hi, I already commented on AO3 (Shealpha4016) again great chapter, but I was scrolling through BATIM on here and a thought hit me. All humans are given titles by the toons. Even Sammy and Norman who became ink beings. They're the Prophet and the Projectionist.

Joey is the Builder and the Liar. He built the machine that gave them physical form, he built the studio that introduced them to the world. He lied to everyone in and outside of the studio. Lied about their existence and about his goals. Sometimes even tried to claim himself as the Creator.

Henry is the Creator because he literally created most of not all of the toons. He loved them with everything he had, to the point in some universes they can recall memories from when they were just drawings. His love gave them some form of life before the machine was even an idea.

So what would they call Audrey? Yes she's a child of the machine but she's also much more. She's the only ink being to leave the machine. She has powers. She passes as human so we'll not even she knew otherwise. But what makes her important in terms of titles is that she's an animator.

She clearly has a lot of skill and is trusted with large amounts of work while alone. In the beginning of the game she's nearly alone in the building and is working on OVER 800 frames. She clearly loves the toons she draws, just look at her office and when she meets Baby Bendy. She talks to the pictures as if they're alive and she believes it. Allison risk herself to help Audrey, clearly feeling a pull even if it's not as strong as the one she feels to Henry. (Leaving her and simply giving advice vs bringing Henry to the safe house.) So what title would she have?

Maybe Animator? (It would hold much more meaning among toons than humans like Creator, Builder, and Liar.) Maybe Life Bringer? (She helps breathe life into them in the world outside the machine.) Apprentice? (She's following in Henry's footsteps.)

Sorry if this is long. The thought just kept building and I had to share it with the person that got me hooked on BATIM.

I think, for Audrey, I would make it a case-by-case situation. The other humans with titles have a cemented purpose to them, i.e., they were these things almost prior to the toons meeting them. Henry's the Creator and Joey's the Liar almost from before the beginning. Those were the most fundamental parts of them to the toons.

The titles are, interestingly, definitions as much as placeholders. At first, the toons didn't know who those humans were beyond what they were. Norman and Sammy didn't become characters, not like Allison and Tom did. They were reduced to something nameless, but also to a base part of them: Norman's job and Sammy's descent into madness.

And those titles were universally agreed upon because they functioned in place of those humans' names. Those titles simply were.

All that to say that I think Audrey's title would change depending on who was coming up with one because no way would everyone in the inky realm agree on a single title. I really like the idea of the Animator to go along with the other "job" titles, and I especially really like the idea of it becoming Little Animator for many because, hey, some of them were animators too, and she's so young compared to them.

I could see the Ink Demon, because he enjoys tormenting her, always using the Daughter of Drew. Post-game antagonistic siblings relationship for the win, lol.

I think Allison wouldn't use a title because she considers Audrey her friend, and to know and use a friend's name is a wonderfully special thing in a world where amnesia plagues many.

Less of a title from memory!Joey, but when I'm feeling kind to him, I've gotten myself attached to the idea of him calling her "my miracle," instead of other pet names for kids.

I was going to include a tiny two-paragraph snippet for Henry, but nearly two hundred words later, I figured I may as well just write the fic! So that's in my WIPs now, lol.

I honestly love the title thing, so thank you, friend, for sharing your thoughts and making me think about Audrey's place in that! And I'm honored to have dragged you down—I mean, welcomed you to the fandom!