#scriv art

[scrivvle74]

can’t believe there was dsmp lore in 2024

[scrivvle74]

had to draw her

theres no cuter animal than generic grey fish 🐟

[mage]

i made a cover for my (completed) 300k camileda fic! it's supposed to be for a vanity epub i'm making but i'm predicting that i'll spend the next year trying to figure out how to make scrivener tag custom styles as div rather than span so i can have the fun text message bubbles in the epub as well. (and then i'll learn that kobo doesn't understand that css and it'll all be for nothing but i'm having fun!)

[gehenna-calling]

i’ve already rambled about this in various discord servers but i went to a vtm larp oneshot on saturday (anarch rave) and it was so fucking good. the character i played was intended to be pretty throwaway but i had so much fun playing them that they will now be elevated to ACTUAL OC STATUS.

proper intro post to come when i have art for them but:

scrivener, “scriv” for short

it/they

nosferatu!!

has been a kindred for like 5 years max. acts like it knows everythjng

was a modern history student at uni before getting involved in a mysterious archiving job

they proved to have the right amount of curiosity and stubbornness, and their boss offered them the chance to get *really* involved

they got embraced and discovered their sire’s real project was an archive of kindred history

however, after a few years of working on it, around the time of the shutdown of schrecknet, the camarilla got wind of the archives and burned them down - with their sire possibly still inside

their goal going into the larp was to try and find someone involved in the red question, who their sire had sent a backup of the archives to. things got very complicated and a weird malkavian scrying ritual was required, but they succeeded!

so now their goals are securing the archive further, continuing to add to it, and maybe - just maybe - trying to make it accessible to more kindred in the form of schrecknet 2. we’ll see how it goes 👀

[ahungeringknife]

Nine People I'd Like to Get To Know Better

Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you'd like to know better.

Tagged by @missionsparrow I just got done filling one of these out and the answers haven't changed so feel free to use these questions or my alternatives

Last song I listened to: Go to your main playlist, shuffle 3 times, what plays?

*slorps up that good Plastic Beach music*

Currently watching: Thing you keep mean to watch but keep putting off:

Nimona keeps showing up on my feed as a 'hey! Watch this' and I'm so stupid and forgetful and bad at watching things I keep forgetting D: I really wanna watch it tho. I'm just stupid as hell.

Spicy/savory/sweet: Soft/crispy/hard

I'm 100% a crispy fan. I'd die if I couldn't eat chips or things that are crispy. Just thinking about crispy shit makes me salivate I could eat chips as my only food and be 100% content

Relationship status: (I really don't like this question because 1. not your business and 2. as an ace person I don't really care if you're in a relationship??? Big weird allo question) Tell me about your friends (you can tag them or not):

My friends are all losers (affectionate). One's a self proclaimed idiot (she's not but we let her pretend). One's a ball of anxiety who I love dearly. One's very frustrating but I love him anyway. One will never fucking answer he god damn DMs (she knows who she is). And the last one if my girlfriend who's the most wonderful person in the whole world but we live apart atm. I just miss her so much.

Current obsession: Whatever is the current word or art doc open, what's its name:

generated title by scriv

tagging: @flowers-of-io @consifs @deadpool-scar-bro @words-after-midnight

[scrivvle74]

Accurate. Here’s a doodle of Hua Cheng as a wet cat I did months ago

[the-laridian]

Nanowrimo completed (double nano)

Wordcount 30 Nov 2023

Warwilf (Nano): 2160

FNV Benny: 1695

Hippiecule editing: 5072

Also today: Willow in a bathrobe in the kitchen art. More Fallout Overencumbered cross stitch. 

And a bit of talk about Nanowrimo! So. I hadn't planned on doing Nano this year (I mean, I'm doing 250k words/month right now already), but PWB wanted to cowrite something, I suggested what became Warwilf. In the meantime, because I am Type A and might as well, I entered a separate challenge for myself for a solo Nanowrimo, 50k words of solo writing vs the 50k cowriting of Warwilf.

And I did both. 

Because Nanowrimo has badges for logging every day (and other things), as soon as the daily minimum word count was reached (1667), I opened a new file in Scriv and carried over any further writing to the next day. This honestly helped much better than, say, writing 2500 words one day and then the next day, nothing. It allowed us to build a buffer for the days when one or the other (or both!) couldn't write, and we had at least two of those. 

Warwilf hit 50k on the 27th, but we kept going to have enough words to keep doing minimum daily goal up through today, 30 Nov. Solo writing hit 50k on the 29th, and same thing, I write enough to get one more day out of it.

Warwilf total: 56,116

Solo writing total: 52,839

Total for today: 8927

Total for November: 251,704. The lowest month in the entire year to date. Still, it was more than 250k. Nanowrimo is actually partly to blame for it, but w/e, it's good.

Total for 2023: 3,125,163

[desiderii-fic]

WIP Challenge

Post the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Hello! I was tagged by @heavymetalchemist! I waffled a bit on where to post this, but I figured my fic tumblr was...better?

I have. Several WIPs that I am working on very, very slowly. So this has been an excuse for me to update some of the older ones to newer versions of Scriv. XD XD I also have a handful more waiting in the wings, variously, but these are the ones I add bits to off and on.

So!

untitled Monster City Jamjar fic closest to being completed:

From TIM: 🙃🙃🙃 From TIM: this should be fun

Fire Safety (it's still...still being rewritten, but this is the last line of the currently-being-rewritten chapter...):

The hatchling in Tony’s lap cheeped at her, and the emergency lights came on to bathe the room in dull red.

Planetfall (Tentative notions to finish this for the 2024 WIP Big Bang):

“Pendragon. The Captain and Queen of the Camelot is evacuating your father tomorrow.”

Ghost Queen (Calamity Wen Qing):

With Wei Wuxian nowhere to be found despite his offer of being her hands, all Wen Qing could do was zip around in a circle and head for her stocked medicines.

Fuck The Afterlife (Morgana/Wen Qing self indulgent f/f):

“Well,” Morgana said at last. “This city better have answers for us. We’re wasting time we might not even have.”

All bits and pieces midway through. XD However. Looking at the number of words in all the lines and the fact that I only recently started following people on tumblr again in earnest I am, uh. Gonna say that if you see this, I am tagging you! Yes, you! Please tell me about your WIP!

Also let me know if you want me to ramble about any of these projects. I'm enjoying all of them, even though they're all at VERY different stages.

[waverlied]

< Cryo >

[mel-addams]

I'm supposed to be working on making gloves to dress my skeleton up like Vlad for some skelfies once I get my physical copies of Phangs, but this idea struck me at work two weeks ago and I had to. (This was supposed to be a silly little sketch for the sake of the pun. It...escalated. Several times. You can, perhaps, see why I was drawn to Phangs.)

You can find links to the various versions of Hunger Pangs by @thebibliosphere​​​​​ here! https://joydemorra.com/books/

[Notice: Phangs does not cause literal lightning strikes. If such are seen while reading Phangs, it is a mere coincidence, and I hope you are safe, comfy, and (if you so choose) able to watch and/or listen at your leisure. Side effects of reading Phangs can include but are not limited to: happy tears; sad tears; catharsis; validation (queer, disability (mental and/or physical), polyamory, spice); learning new things about yourself]

A couple closeups, as some details are hard to see downsized:

Those are rainbow glitter, open-toed, victorian-style boots. With red sole for flair. (I am terribly sorry I couldn’t find a real pair quite like this, most of the similar open-toed boots have an open heel, too.) Plus the hatband made glittery as well, for aesthetics and matching.

It’s glitter all the way down, y’all. (The highlights on her hair and lips were actually just the lineart brush, but it’s textured enough that, with the highlights’ bright layer style, it ended up also looking like glitter. The nail polish and bright “freckles” are deliberately rainbow glitter, though. Also metal is hard, but I had to draw her finger splints after I realized I could and she said it’d be cool.)

[wispstalk]

taboo

“Explain to me,” Tanis says, watching the ghost of his ancestor swoop and howl through the practice room, “how this doesn’t count as necromancy.”

Anaht’s nictitating membranes slide over her eyes in exasperation. “You do not want to get into this with me.”

“Don’t tell me what I want to get into,” he insists, and releases his focus, letting the restive shade return to the other side of the veil. “Say I’m attacked— bandits on the road, say, and say I kill the first one and make him get up and defend me against his fellow rogues and blaggards. That’s beyond the pale, and if I’m caught Traven throws me out on my ass.”

The elegant Argonian’s tail swishes impatiently. “Those are the rules, yes.”

“But dredging up my pissed-off card out of the ash is fine, and conjuring daedra— daedra, when they’re running thick as rabbits in the countryside— that’s all well and good.”

“Odd for you to be beating the moral drum,” Anaht says finely, “when I happen to know from Proctor Renault that you put your cohort to shame during the conjuration exams. A flame atronach, no less, while the rest of them were nearly bursting blood vessels just to call up a scamp.”

“Morals?” Tanis blinks. “Who the fuck said anything about morals? I’m a lout with a sword who does what I’m bid. It’s just that I can’t make heads nor tails of how you wizards think.”

Anaht relaxes then. “You will find,” she says, sweeping an arm for him to follow her out of the room, “that if there is a single thing that all wizards think, it is that we agree on nothing.”

In the Archives they find Tar-Meena, harried, drawing one claw down a list of requisitions, muttering to herself. “I need the key to the incinerator,” Anaht announces to the Master Archivist.

Tar-Meena throws Tanis a dubious glance, and speaks to Anaht in Jel, unaware that Tanis can parse it. “You are taking that one? Raminus’s hunter?”

“He was my hunter first,” Anaht sniffs, "and like any good hunter he knows when to be quiet."

With a skeptical lift of the brow ridge, Tar-Meena hands over a jangling ring of keys and returns to her work. Anaht leads him through the darkness and hush of the stacks, all the way to the end of the maze of shelves, to an unassuming heavy door.

More crammed bookshelves, to no one’s surprise. Sealed off from the carefully-controlled environment of the stacks, there is a window letting in the afternoon light, and a large round table scattered with a half-finished card game, books and papers, a mug of cold coffee dregs. It seems this vault of forbidden knowledge serves as a sort of employee break room.

No fires to be found, though, not so much as a reedlight. Like the stacks, this room is only to be lit by spell, with polished steel sconces on the wall to reflect the mage-glow.

“Why’s it called the incinerator?” he asks, drawing his reading glasses from his pocket.

“Yes, Arch-Mage,” Anaht says, taking a posture of mock obeisance. “We've found another treatise on the Black Arts, and we'll throw it straight in the fires.”

Tanis laughs. On the shelf before him, a veritable buffet of taboo: Necromancer’s Moon, Pathway to Lichdom. A journal purported to be authored by the Wolf Queen Potema. Even a title written in Dunmeris, On the Veneration and Summoning of Ancestor Guardians. The very spell he’d just opened his palm and offered his blood to learn.

And, tacked to one corner of the shelving timbers, a small folio: The Black Arts on Trial, by Arch-Mage Hannibal Traven.

“In the interest of being even-handed. A little joke among the scrivs,” Anaht says by way of explanation, then nudges him aside with her hip. “Now move, you big oaf, and let me look for something.”

He takes the folio with him and settles down at the table. The contents of this inflammatory writ are oft-bandied on the University grounds, but he’s never gotten around to reading it, what with all the... everything else.

While he reads, Anaht waltzes around the room, her tail jewelry jangling, occasionally plucking a book like a choice pear and stacking it on her arm.

“This gra-Kogg makes a lot of sense,” he says, holding a finger to mark his place. “Actually think her arguments were better than this other fella’s, but Traven’s conclusion doesn't consider her at all. Why include the debate, then?”

“Keep reading.” Anaht does not look back, but the tip of her tail shakes with mild amusement.

“Oh,” he says, squinting down at the afterword. “Reckon I ought to have seen that coming.”

“These will get you started.” Anaht drops her books to the table with a heavy thump, and delicately pats the top of the stack. Tanis grumbles; there has to be a dozen of them, and he’s already up to his ears in daedric research and restoration clinicals.

She perches lightly in the chair to his left. “Yes, Master gra-Kogg was a necromancer,” she says, and folds her jeweled claws beneath her chin. “But?”

“But,” he sighs, now seeing the point of that menacing bookpile, “that doesn’t make her wrong. Raminus has me running all over Cyrodiil flushing them out of their dens, but I don’t know a damn thing about how to fight them. Can’t interrupt their casting, can’t tell what they’re calling up, don’t know what they’re after.”

“If you insist on being Traven's hunting dog, I will not have you go forth unprepared.” She taps the silvery-thin scar on the side of his neck, the one he’d earned while ambushed in Wellspring Grove, collecting wood for his mage’s staff. “So long as Traven invites the necromancers' wrath, we archivists will maintain this bulwark against them.”

“Oh, I'm sure it's all very noble."

She ignores the barb, tucking the books in her striped haversack and foisting it on him to carry. “Now come. Let us go to the King and Queen. You owe me dinner.”

Tanis follows her out the door. "What for?"

She swats at him with her tail. “You think I do all this tutoring for free?”

[scrivvle74]

very old (like way back in august/september 2023 old) DDVAU fanart that I completely forgot to post until just now

the creators of the DDVAU are @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi so you should go check them out!

[fireworkss-exe]

Since you said art asks are open for LSOH, Can we have some Dr. Scrivs? :-)

Here you go anon!!🛐🛐

[the-faultofdaedalus]

i was (honorarily) tagged by @welcomingdisaster to do this!

THE RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Anyone can send me an ask afterwards (or a comment in this post) with a title that most intrigues/interests you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it if it's an art piece!

my wips are all scattered inbetween various scriv docs, gdocs, and other notes apps, so lets see what i can scrounge up. i have likely talked about most of these before.

- time LOOP 616

- uhhhhhh birfday

- mistletoe

- transect

- aiiiii

- casette

- hanahaki

- Like a Phoenix (You Must Burn) (remortal au, of course)

- Longing fic

- CotS (calling of the stars)

theoretically i have a LOT more because there’s like,,,, god so fuckin many oc fics (some of which do feature tony) and then original stuff and then the truly frightening amount of semi-abandoned docs in my drive but because i will drive myself Insane if i count those (considering there’s like fuvking. prob close to 60 of those at this point) i am. only counting the non-oc shit i am actively working on.

i think ive seen most of the people i would tag already get tagged with this so uh,,, if you see this and wanna do it, do it!

[dirt-and-scrivles]

Pinned post Bc there certainly is an amount of people following me now that’s for sure. You can call me Scriv/Scrivs(or anything else you might know me by), any pronouns work for me! @scrivler is my shitposting blog where I reblog a bunch of random stuff so follow that if you like

Redbubble! (Kinda old, just a couple stickers)

Ask me stuff! Happy to answer questions any time and you can suggest doodles but I can’t guarantee I’ll do em every time

Also it should go without saying but do not steal, use, or distribute my art anywhere without my knowledge or proper credit, I do not and never have consented for my art to be used for A.I. art or training A.I. in any way

[welcomingdisaster]

i was tagged by @starvels and @veryvincible to do this game!! it looks very fun THE RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Anyone can send me an ask afterwards (or a comment in this post) with a title that most intrigues/interests you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it if it's an art piece!

i do not generally have titles for anything until i publish, so most (basically all?) of my files are just the scriv “first few words as title” format - Manhattan, April 1940 - Wood splinters crunch underfoot - SETTING: Army recruitment hall - Steve found the man suspended -  existence is suffering, etc etc ;) tagging: @oluka @ghosthan @nostalgicatsea @dirigibleplumbing @somekindofsheepl  + anyone else who wants to do it :)