#made some progress tonight

[meimoons-arts]

“At All Costs” WIP Animatic (discontinued)

[auncyen]

act 5 au

today's writing progress which. may very well require changes lol

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"I still have some questions," Odile says, and you bite back a sigh because of course she does. "You've been looping in time. What was this afternoon about? Why not just tell us then? What was the point of showing me the familytale today? You could have shown me when the loop was over."

"Because it makes you happy, and then you learn a useful skill." You hate the answer as soon as it leaves your mouth. You don't want to lie, but maybe that's too honest. Just tell them you're manipulative, why don't you?

Well, you are. That's why you showed her the familytale.

"Oh, huh." Isabeau sounds pensive. "Yeah, I've heard emotional clarity is good for figuring out new techniques. …You were trying to teach Bonnie something, too, weren't you? Though, putting yourself in danger really isn't a good way to do it, Sif. That was, uh, about the worst thing you could have done with them."

You roll your eye. "It always worked before. I wasn't in any real danger." The worst case scenario was that you'd need to loop, and it'd be really pathetic if such a weak Sadness caused that.

"Thaaaat's not how it sounded." Isabeau leans against the sink, folding his arms. "…You were trying to do that with all of us, weren't you? We were supposed to go stargazing? And, uh…" He looks over at Mirabelle, who huffs, seeming to have calmed down from her tears enough to manage indignation.

"I don't know how I would get any kind of 'emotional clarity' from that--"

"I said it wrong! I meant--"

"No, no! I want to figure it out myself," Mirabelle insists, puffing her cheeks out at you, so--fine. She doesn't need to know that skill anyway, her regular shield will do just fine--

You still haven't reminded her about the CARROT method. Stars. "Okay, but you do need to learn how to make a shield. So, remember the CARROT method, and figure it out."

Everyone looks baffled by various degrees, but that's fine. Mirabelle always looks confused when you hint it to her at the start of a loop anyway. "You know about the CARROT method?" Isabeau asks.

"No, I just know that she knows the CARROT method, and it helps her figure out how to make shields."

"What happens if I don't figure it out?" Mirabelle asks.

"King kills us."

…Oh, that was definitely a too-honest answer. Mirabelle's eyes go round as saucers as one hand flies to her mouth, and even Odile looks alarmed next to her. "…Sif," Isabeau says slowly. "The way you said that…have we actually died?"

You look aside. "He finishes me off first and then I loop back, so, I don't think so?" Not as long as there's only one timeline getting reset, which you have to believe. You can't stomach the situations you've left the others in if they stayed after you were gone. "But it doesn't look good."

"You've died." Isabeau doesn't seem to take any relief from the clarification.

"And then I loop back, and I'm fine!" You sweep your hand in front of yourself, from the brim of your hat to just below your hips, and smile at him. "See?"

His eyebrows stay hovering far above where they normally would rest. You keep smiling at him, fighting not to bare your teeth.

"Sif--"

"Stars, Isa, am I bleeding?" you snap. Why can't he just believe you? "Do you see some gaping wound I've missed? Looping resets everything! I'm not hurt! I'm fine!" You turn to Odile. "Why would I tell everyone I'm looping through time when people are going to get hung up on stupid things like this?"

Odile looks so disappointed with you. "Do you really think you're fine, Siffrin?"

[tenshouining]

Day 2 - Transition. A conversation with your future self. colourless ver. under rm !!

[flame-shadow]

snit (snail sit)

[manasurge]

Normally I don't post WIPs bc I'm extremely self-conscious (especially my sketches cuz mine are an absolute DISASTER. I usually do 2 rounds of sketches before lineart, this is just round 1), but I'm in a tired and giggly mood in a "tormenting OCs for my amusement" kinda way, so I'm going to use my tired haze as a motivator to post this before I have a chance to regret it

[eskawrites]

hello would a wip be in store today 😏

welllll, since you asked, here's a lil bit from the cfdau nancy pov

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So Nancy had learned better. She learned to sit up tall but keep her head bowed, to fold her hands in her lap and speak gently when she answered questions. She learned not to run, not to get in the way, not to be too curious or too loud, to be the best but not draw too much attention.

It had worked, too. The press adored her. Directors remembered her. Steve was head over heels for her after just two weeks of rehearsals, and the reporters ate up their relationship. Nancy still squirms when she thinks about the photos of her and Steve holding hands at stage door.

But Robin doesn’t do any of those things. She isn’t proper or patient. She speaks loudly and laughs louder. She sits in a way that takes up the whole chair. She lets herself be clumsy and casual and snarky and wrong, sometimes, and people adore her anyway.

[theangrypomeranian]

current word count of LWH:

27672

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[flowercrowngods]

hi my inbox is full of so much love and affection right now and i swear i am not ignoring anyone, i see all your "you make me happy" asks and your cat pics and your "i hope you have a wonderful day" messages but i swear i'm not ignoring you, i'm just gonna bask in them a little longer 🥰🤍

[yellowloid]

FINALLY managed to make some progress on my wip thank GOD and all the saints in heaven for this christmas miracle

[neonganymede]

I'm a little wine drunk, so please forgive any spontaneous updates uwu

[scarletcomet]

scrolling through instagram and it's making me want to die

[hundredpocketed]

exhausteddisasterwoman but it’s good to be alive. taking a sick day tomorrow (sick of the way I’m living more like !) and praying that i have the fortitude to turn it all (my life) around !!!! aaaaaaaaa. anyway hope you are all well 💌

[callixton]

oh i’ll just do one fifteen minute sprint before bed i said. here i am, an hour later

[loxare]

Every single year at the worst fucking moment the brain weevils attack and make doing anything besides the most mind numbing activities super impossible. My brain feels itchy, and I don't think I should be physically aware of it but I am. I'd really like to be able to write all these lab reports, but doing so is like trying to walk through the 1919 Boston Molasses Flood, and I keep making two and a half steps of progress before having to pull my feet from the sludge so I can sit on a ledge to rest and also try and beat the flies buzzing around my head back with a newspaper

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

oh right yeah

hi im back