#i'm going back to my cave now!!!

[crispynewtss]

new talk some sense to me chapter link in this ugly format because tumblr

*offers this wet-paper-towel-of-a-chapter with shaking hands* pl…s… acce…pt?

[nonsenseexistence]

Hi.

They love each other.

Thanks for your attention.

[pierogisfilledwithpaint]

still thinking about that metal hammer photoshoot, so have this vessel with siam. close-ups under the cut

when i saw siam and vessel together i was immediately thinking about britney when she was performing with that snake, so yeah that's where the first pose comes from

and the smaller drawings are more like doodles, that's why they don't have as many details as the other drawing, but this has been sitting in my wips since months, so yeah, i just wanted to finish it 💀

[shana340artblog]

Ready for the party! I was gonna have someone's hand out so it looks like Winter is being taken out to the ball but eh I think its fine as is. Thats up for your interpretations on why she has her hand out!

[deoidesign]

Can you make a tutorial on how you world build and make ocs? I can't seem to make any people in my brain, but then when I try to come up with environments jobs, beliefs and little details to slowly come up with someone, I think: well I don't really know how people have influenced the world- it's a weird loop

To be honest, I don't think I can! Writing is an extremely personal process. The way I write is directly related to how I process things, what I find important in stories, years of my own analysis of my and other's writing, etc... The way you write will be unique to you, as well. But I can explain how I personally think of it.

The short answer:

Write. Write anything and everything, it's a tool to explore your ideas. Analyze your own writing, and write more. Then, as you discover which ideas you want to develop, write more to explore them more. You won't know what you want otherwise!

The long answer:

I think this kind of loop is common. It's easy to feel like everything needs to be done "at once," because our job as writers is to make elements logically fit with each other for our readers. But as you've discovered, developing multiple elements simultaneously isn't really possible, or at least is extremely difficult.

Personally, when I think of writing, I break it into three major elements; characters, world, and plot. As much as possible every scene explores one or more of these, and as much as possible these three things tie back into what I personally consider most important: theme.

Everything I do is in service of the themes I want to present. Without them my events feel aimless. It can take a while to discover them, but they're the core of my work. You will have to discover what you feel is the core of yours. Analyzing other media helps with this too.

Concepts in your brain exist in a state of infinite potential. But when you start writing you have to start making choices, which removes potential as you move forward... But you have to move forward anyways. If there's ideas you want to explore later, you can always explore them later.

What this ends up meaning, to answer your question, is that I don't think of my characters as "people in my brain" or my worlds as something people have influenced... Not at their core, at least. They are tools that I use to represent specific ideas. Obviously they're also my blorbos, but mostly they're serving a specific narrative purpose.

So above all else... Write. Write, and discover what you're writing about, and then start over and write with that in mind. Keep doing this. But you have to write!

[ultaslodgings]

Hey guys, guess who finally got to THAT part of the Vengeance route

[hishoukoku]

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[linianni]

I've been hyperfixated on Frieren lately so here's a sticker I made of her. with and without the white outline. outline's kinda wacky idk.

I love her very much, she's silly, goofy perhaps.

quick christmas frieren sketch cuz i didn't post anything christmasy like i wanted to do, oopsies.

[ellanainthetardis]

Ok I'm not around a lot but... Are we really back to telling people who they can and can't ship?

I guess fandom life never changes 😂

[front-facing-pokemon]

[scarlettfevor]

I love the items in acnh and I sometimes fantasize about playing the game again, but then I remember that the first month after you make your island is the most taxing AND the most fun you'll have and then everything after that is mind-numbingly boring

[indian-kahani]

Day 6: 5+1 things [DESI LGBT+ FEST]

I just wanted to write something today so here you go! this idea came to me in the middle of class lol, i was really stumped for what to write for this prompt so luckily i came up with something in the end!

also new ocs!! anshika x padma, i plan to expand more on them (and my oc-verse in general) during more of the other prompts

tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest - hope you like it!

Anshika wondered when the class would end. Her gaze strayed to the teacher’s moustache as it wobbled up and down with each sentence he spoke. She smiled lazily and twirled her pen around again, staring blankly at the many doodles in her book. Again, the teacher’s outrageously thick moustache caught her eye.

Fifteen minutes till the end of class.

She imagined what it might feel like to touch it. Hairy and gross, probably. She shuddered at the thought.

God, I feel sorry for his wife.

She cracked a lopsided grin at the thought, thinking about how terrible it would be to have to be the teacher’s wife and suffer through a kiss with that bear-fur moustache in the way.

Twelve minutes till the end of class.

Just as she thought she might fall asleep where she sat, a piece of paper was flicked onto her desk. In the blink of an eye, her expression brightened as she dropped her pen, looking eagerly at her girlfriend’s back.

Padma turned around, and flashed her a flirty wink. Almost immediately, Anshika blushed, and ducked her head to look at her lap while opening the note.

The note was simple enough: Five reasons you love me?

Anshika picked up her pen, genuinely deep in thought. There were so many things she could write.

1) You’re a smooth talker.

“Hey, Anshu!” Padma leaned against the locker, looking Anshika up and down. It was the school’s annual Own Clothes Day, and Anshika had spent hours picking out the perfect outfit, denying to herself that it was because she wanted Padma to notice her. “Cute outfit. I like the jeans especially.”

Although she’d prepared for that moment for nearly an hour the night before, practising a smooth thanks as she opened her locker, Anshika fumbled and blushed as she had to look away.

“Thanks…” she whispered. “I like your jacket.”

Padma’s smile grew as she twirled around to showcase the outfit better. “Really? Thanks, girl. You have a good eye for fashion so I know I did good.”

The way she’d said it, coupled with her killer smile, still made Anshika want to hide her head in her hands until she was composed enough to look up.

The memory made her smile even as she wrote it down on the paper. To think she’d ended up with Padma still awed her every day. She didn’t know how she’d lucked out, to have a beautiful, kind, loving, amazing….

God, that list could go on forever.

She shook her head, tapping her pen against her chin. Her eyes brightened as an idea came to her.

2) You’re a good dancer

It was a monsoon evening – Indradev was clearly determined to let Bengaluru feel the full might of his power, rain splashing down relentlessly, flooding the streets with cool water. Anshika looked up from her homework as a shrill whistle sounded outside her window.

She gaped, mouth wide open, at the sight in front of her.

“Padma?” she was out of the door in a second, clutching an umbrella and staring at her girlfriend in utter disbelief. “PADMA, you idiot! What are you doing?”

She ran to shield her with the umbrella, unable to take her eyes off of her gorgeous kurta that stuck to her damp skin, chest heaving with the effort of dancing in the rain, slim waist emphasised by-

Woah, woah. Slow down. She thought.

Managing to tear her eyes off of her girlfriend, Anshika looked up to see a mischievous smirk playing on Padma’s face. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Padma? What are you-”

In one swift movement, Padma knocked the umbrella out of Anshika’s hand and kissed her on the cheek. Rain drenched her in seconds, making her thin t-shirt and skirt cling to her figure.

The spot seemed to burn with a lively fire as Anshika brought her fingers to touch it.

“Come on, baby!” Padma was already raising her arms to the sky, throwing her head back in bliss. “Let’s dance!”

Anshika had been too embarrassed to admit that she couldn’t dance, but the free, flowing way that Padma was moving seemed so liberating.

Soon, they were both spinning in the rain, their homework long forgotten.

Anshika hid a secret smile at how silly they had been – newly dating, getting used to the idea of being close to each other as more than friends. Relishing in the experience that would come to them perhaps once-in-a-lifetime.

Nine minutes left of class.

She had better get a move on if she wanted Padma to read the note before the end. She racked her brains for an idea.

3) You make me feel pretty

“Wow, Anshika. Looks nice, but… have you considered losing some weight? All the modern, fashionable models weigh around…” Tanul looked Anshika up and down as she curled into herself. “…ten, fifteen kilos less than you?”

Anshika’s throat felt dry and parched. Everything she had wanted to say died on her tongue as, not for the first time, she looked down at her body and hated what she saw. All this ugly flab… her stomach wasn’t toned at all and her thighs seemed so fat when she sat down!

Of course, she had felt that way before, but this was the first time someone else had pointed it out.

Just then, a small laugh cut across the silence. “What do you mean, Tanul?” Padma, her saviour, leaned her elbows on the table casually as she offered her signature tilted-head smile. “I think Anshika’s figure is really nice! After all, a bit of definition in terms of body shape suits so many more clothing styles than tall and thin.”

Padma turned to her, looking her up and down just as Tanul had done barely seconds ago. “Hmm… oh yeah, some of my clothes would look so good on you. Plus, you always wear those nice tops with those loose jeans-”

Anshika knew the ones she was talking about, but was flustered that she remembered. They were her favourite pair.

“-and with that one jacket you always wear, it looks so good.” For a second, Padma looked almost envious. “Most of the clothes I buy hang off me as if I was a scarecrow.” She held up her thin wrist laughingly, and suddenly, Anshika felt a lot better.

Nowadays, what with Padma complimenting her nearly every day (and her attempting to do so back despite her shyness), god knows she felt so much more comfortable in her own body, not so pressured to conform to the unrealistic standards all over the place.

4) You call me cute names

“Ay, meri jaan.” Padma swung a hand around her shoulders easily as they walked through the corridors, flashing her a cheesy smile. Anshika had blushed, and then returned the hug. “Good to see you too, Padma.”

“Sweetiepie, I don’t think that’s how you do it.” Leaning over her maths book as she explained a problem to her.

“Of all the things, you call me ‘sweetie pie’?” Anshika had deadpanned, brushing her away teasingly. “You lovesick fool.”

“You’re so smart, babe.” Pouting as Anshika corrected her Hindi homework.

“What’s all this ‘babe’, ‘cutie’, ‘meri jaan’ stuff?” Anshika asked her one day, amused. “If you focused so much on schoolwork as you did on giving me nicknames, you would be top of the class.”

“I want to give you nicknames that are as cute as you!” she had beamed. Winking at her slyly, “what do you think, meri jaan?”

After that, Anshika couldn’t find it in her to refuse the nicknames.

What was the newest one? Oh yeah, bantu or something equally cutesy. She would never admit it to Padma, not in a million years, but she adored the effort she put into finding her new nicknames almost every day. It was a lot more than just liking the names. It was one of the biggest reasons she was falling more and more in love with her every single day.

5) You give nice hugs!

The number of times Padma kept hugging her was uncountable, and although Anshika had never really liked hugs – these hugs were different. Warm and comfortable, and something about them felt just like coming home.

Anshika looked at the sheet again. It didn’t feel like enough. She always wanted to give Padma more love, more and more so she really knew how much she was appreciated and loved.

5 + 1) You send me memes at 3am whenever I can’t sleep

After all, if that wasn’t the indicator of true love, then what was?

With three minutes left until the end of class, Anshika flicked the note back over to Padma. Sure, she felt cringe, but it was all worth it when a smile lit up her face, as bright as a thousand suns.

of course, for 5+1 i just had to put memes at 3am. would i even be a tumblr user if i didnt???

[bipposting]

sorry i was gone for a week i was busy having a good time on my other blogs where i don't complain all the time

[sol-consort]

i can't help but feel like i missed the memo on Garrus

[hana-the-ghostieee]

hey! so um apparently bots keep following me???? assuming it's the same for everyone else

so if you're a person that's following me (why. what prompted you to make a stupid decision) and you have default... everything um maybe try changing your banner, write something in the desc (like pronouns and sexuality and stuff) and reblog a couple of stuff??? unless you'd like to get blocked. which is fine i guess (i question your motives but you do you)

[tattoobird]

@lovablenatsume requested their squid kid. I had a blast working on this one haha