#so i can finish this shit for yall

[uglypastels]

hiya z, i was wondering. you bring out such amazing fics and they always seem so well thought out, especially your longer ones, so i just wanted to ask how much time does it take you to finish them?

thank you for the question bb, i'm always here to answer them hehehe

it probably depends on two things.

how much inspiration do i have

how much time do i have

obviously, the writing process will be faster if i have more ideas, otherwise I'll just sit in front of my computer and do nothing, or get constantly distracted. but then i also actually have to have the time to do that :)

when both variants are on my side, then i can definitely whip out a few thousand words a day, so then i can write a fic in like 3-4 days, and that would be then around 15k? maybe?? maybe a bit longer, but it depends. I've had times where it took me weeks to write one page, but i've also once written 16k in less than 24 hours.

today i've written 3k, but i also had to do a bunch of homework and i kept getting distracted. last week i wrote my escort au fic (13k) in around 3 days. it all depends

[lillazyboithings]

"You better leave your hopes behind,

No one's gonna stop him"

This WIP is no longer a WIP lol, this thing has been unfinished for 2 months and i finally got to continue it :DD!

anyways this is basically me being inspired by my classmate drawing a frame from the musical so i thought "Hey! that would be fun to do", it was not fun to do when you have multiple art deadlines y'all

Left is rendered with background, right is the initial base colors (didnt like the color of pete's pants lol)

[animangalover-writes]

I was born knowing you

For as long as he could remember, Jon has always been his god.

or

Elias reminisces about his childhood, and considers his first meeting with the eye.

(Also on ao3)

For as long as he could remember, Jon has always been his god.

The memories should be hazy, centuries old now. But that day, in early autumn, when the air was just cooling down, he remembers.

Jonah was eight years old. He sat alone at the edge of the schoolyard, drawing patterns in the mud with a stick. A thick oak tree and a set of buss hid him from view. But still, he liked to be alone. It was easier that way. Kids couldn't hurt him if he was alone. It made it easier to watch, too.

The other kids fascinated him. Even when they shoved him and pulled at his hair. he didn't know why. Maybe it was the way they looked back when they chased each other, or the way they would whisper gossip, checking if anyone was listening. He usually was. But they never noticed him. Mostly. He knew a lot, from simply being invisible.

It was when they noticed him that was dangerous. Its why he's hiding right now. after being shoved into the mud and having pebbles thrown at him from one of his many bullies, he ran here. They haven found him yet.

He wipes away a tear with his muddy sleeve, then the blood on his forehead with the inside of it. He sniffles, drawing flowers and cats and eyes into the dirt, crouched away from the chaos.

He always preferred to watch.

He isn't sure how long it had been there, how long he hadn't noticed it, but he remembers feeling a gust of wind being blocked by something to his side, and when he looked up, there was a man crouching next to him. Looking at him.

A man with black clothes and an eye floating just above where his head should be.

It stared at him, unblinking. A green iris scanning. Then it looked over to the other children playing, and the group of boys that hurt him. It stared back at Jonah, and a deep humming rang around him, then it pointed at the boys.

Jonah nodded. Yes. He thought, They are the ones who hurt me.

He didn't know how he understood the man. He just did. An unexplainable knowing in his mind.

And this man was angry.

The man with eye for a head looked back at the boys, staring hard as they swung high in their swing, standing and yelling. Bragging more likely.

The instigator, the one who pushed Jonah and threw the first rock, he was the highest. And the loudest.

The man stared. And stared. And stared. Until the boy was as high as he could go.

Then the chain snapped, and even Jonah, far as he was, could hear the crack of his his head as he landed.

Then the screaming started, and Jonah stood from his hiding spot and watched in morbid fascination.

Its odd, because the man beside him could not speak, had no mouth to do so. And yet, Jonah heard him gasp. A brief, quick little sound. Like he was surprised with himself, With his actions. But when Jonah tore his eyes away from the gory scene in front of him to look, the man was gone.

It was his first meeting with his god. And with Jon. Jon who had saved him from this boy. It would be centuries before he knew what that name would mean to him.

But it was also the first time he had watched someone die. Watched them bleed. Heard the crunch and the screams. The first time he felt satiated in watching.

And something in him just Knew there would be much more of it in his future.

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OMG THIS FREAKING CHAPTER AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *Deep Breaths* I have been trying to upload this particular chapter for nearly a month JESUS CHRIST IT'S OVER ITS DONE ITS UPLOADED I NEVER NEED TO TOUCH THIS FILE EVER AGAIN! *Falls flat on face*

The Art of Love and War is written by @fireflywritesgt and the audio reading is recorded and posted with permission.

[the-lady-hestia]

so in the past month-ish there have been two separate instances where a friend of mine has had reason to show me that the fandoms I enjoy (namely star trek and a niche book series I'm obsessed with) have thriving fanfiction communities (context: While I did already know this about Star Trek, I have never read fanfiction or dove into that corner of the internet b/c I find it a little intimidating lol)

Anyways I've been thinking about Star Trek Voyager a little too much, specifically the ending and how unsatisfying it is.

There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me to spend what little free time I have writing something from the perspective of various crewmembers like a month after the Voyager gets back to Earth. It would inevitably be bad and I know this but like what iffffff?????????

[localsimpissleepy]

I love making JD ocs, cause they could be anything and anyone you want them to be! It's doesn't matter what (Just Dance can be so random sometimes so yeah-)

For example (bad drawings ahead cause i can't draw):

[im-still-watching-anime]

one piece is crazy fr like what do you mean you’re following up Everyone’s Dead™️ with Objectifying Women: The Arc™️

[frobby]

i think the people complaining about wonderful precure not having combat are kinda funny cuz ive literally only seen futari wa and wonderful and im currently watching wonderful precure and futari wa max heart at the same time and enjoying both of them

[actualbird]

i swear to god the next time i think "oh i feel and function much better now, maybe i dont need my meds anymore" i NEED to remember that that is the DEVIL SPEAKING and that the REASON i feel and function better is BECAUSE the meds are IN my system and that the NEXT COURSE OF ACTION is NOT to REMOVE the from my system but to KEEP THEM THERE good god

[got-eggs]

i am slow cooking the most delicious of concoctions in the kitchen rn

(my tags are so long lol whole half ass recipe down there)

[spaceyflowersart]

Can you draw Taesoo?

here you go!! thank u for requesting <3 i didnt read the fic but i did see the main ship and description :]

uh... i was going to try to illustrate this into a comic but it turned out rlly ugly and my cutesy artstyle really can't do sexual tension stuff LMAO so i just leaned really heavily into the cuteness

(also i thought it would be funny to have a contrast of a serious drawing next to a cute drawing)

[pan0ramy]

so

i'm officially into alan wake now

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[lover-of-mine]

What the fuck was I on when I wrote this "That he's not just a planet destined to forever orbit the sun, but doomed to never get close without catastrophic consequences." And how can I get more of it?????

[boxwinebaddie]

good morning team nina! i’m sorry for being a little here nor there, I WANT TO BE HERE REALLY BAD! but my laptop actually finally stopped turning on, which thanks a lot, rest in pieces ( oF SHIT, i Hated that thing! i will say its v hard to answer my asks without a laptop…smh)

but more importantly and the shit Cherry on top of Shit Mountain rn is, i’m currently pretty fkn sick bc one of the kids got me which already sucked…then halfway through yesterday i…completely??

Lost My Voice???

LIKE ITS GONE!!!???

tldr: i sound like an insane v foul demonic cross between roz from monsters inc and a cursed squeaky toy getting run over by a million cars on the highway and i can’t hit any notes higher than like a Bass in choir??? horrifying

but yeah my chest feels like a trash compactor or is that just my cold dead heart beatin idk what’s that like i'm evil n i made jk in my image

i lied im very rs-coded

[redrobin-detective]

You ever find an old WIP you hadn’t quite forgotten about but you didn’t fully remember the details and just get sucker punched from sentence to sentence?