#untitled ghibli project: misc

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

ok so for word docs we have

dystopian story

a story

AIU story - Masterdoc

Misc. Writings (the AIU Archive)

AIU BLURBS

Misc To Draw

The Kara Method

Tales of Saints of Old

Lost in the Foreset/The Little Black Dog

Slowed Timeline

Story Stuff

(circus)

Circus

cedarwood

for digital art:

Kat

Tali

St. Philomena

The Pevensies

MOTHMAN

Studio Ghibli Mrs. B

bluegreen

a mon goos marki

dracula

mama mary

misc

christmas geese

Abby

untitled (x)

And I don't really have a good list for other art projects cause I have them scattered from one end of my house to the other but a few off the top of my head

knit frog

flower postcards 1-5

Fairy Postcard

Treasure Island

Girl by the Pond

Orphies Animatic

the baby blanket for MrsA(+baby) knitting project

@cursedchildofchaos @lotrreactionmemes @daughter-of-mary

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with 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 or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Already did writing, so here's art: I definitely didn't just barely go through and give these names lol

little Malon

LU lads color how

Stealth Time >:D

Plink's DTIYS

Me as Link

Thank you for the tag, @raycatz! Five people shouldn't be too hard, let's see... @thepinklink @ladye-zelda @nancyheart11 @whyoneartheven uhhhhh brain blanking okay close enough wsdxfghuikol

[sidhewrites]

Storyteller Saturday! 💖 If your characters had the opportunity to get any pet they wanted, what would they choose? Who already has a pet?

Hey hey! Thanks for sending something in. I’ll pick a few characters from different projects below

Coriander, from my main project (found here) techincally has pets – she and her mother have two chickens, but they’re more so treated as livestock than pets. She would probably want a big hunting/sheep dog (that of course is just a big softie) or a small lizard to sit on her shoulder and eat worms and things. Both, of course, would be strays she befriended and adopted over time.

Jasper, from the same story, wants a firebird, or a peacock, or a Bagwyrm – a massive caterpillar that builds a mobile cocoon on its back. Info here.

Bette, from A Crown of Hoarfrost, also has a not-quite pet, Skau their mousing cat. Cats in this world are regular household fixtures, in a sense, meant to ward off malevolent spirits and unwanted mice, as well as eating leftover scraps of fish. However, she wants another, even bigger and fluffier than Skau to use as a pillow.

Her husband Endymion meanwhile is the most extra to ever extra, and requires a living stag made of ice and nothing less.

Beck, from Mx. Fortune, also has a cat named Quincey (tfw you realize everyone has cats), but she’d love a boa or python that’s as big as she is. Something big and slithery and scaley with a perfectly boopable snoot, while her friend June wants a thematically appropriate “henchpet,” aka a semi-sentient who-knows-what that goes along with her supervillain theme of evil pastries. A talking cupcake would be, in her words, “sweet.”

Finally, Lise, from my latest and untitled project, really wants a kitten. A soft tiny cat that would sit on her lap while she crochets and can be carried about in her pocket. She also wouldn’t mind a rat, but kittens are her favorite.

[nadir-writes]

I'm Skykid Nadir (nay-deer), but I also go by Siliv Lexington on Pinterest! I'm Autistic and LGBT+. My pronouns are she/they. I am currently studying anthropology/archaeology, but also enjoy creative writing! This is my side blog for creative writing. For Sky fandom content, see skykid-nadir. For my other fandoms see fangirl-nadir! Likes and follows will come from my main account, Skykid Nadir.

My Carrd: https://skykidnadir.carrd.co/

I might be open for some light roleplaying or character asks!

For a list of my works and OCs, see below the cut (WIP):

Original Novels

Godborn Trilogy: YA fantasy series about a group of teens caught up in a war between the Gods of their world.

Steampunk Novel: Follows the crew of an airship as they navigate a magical world with the aid of a precious relic.

Wolfkin: A princess, her Wolfkin guard, and their Healer friend rally an army to oust a rival kingdom from their land.

Wolfbane: A prequel to Wolfkin, establishes the kingdom's history and tells the story of the first Healer.

Untitled Fantasy Series: The plot of this one is pretty loose; there's a magical school portion and a portion following the nation's army.

Talent: A reluctant mage's apprentice accidentally unleashes a demon army and must atone for his mistakes.

Princess Tara: A rebellious princess discovers that her home isn't the paradise she thought.

Myna: A witch struggles with the murder of her family and must learn how to forgive.

My NaNoWriMo Project: After discovering that he is adopted, a young boy accompanies a talking cat to find his birth parents and figure out why they gave him up.

Marian of Sherwood: An LGBT+ Robin Hood retelling from the perspective of Maid Marian.

Three Kingdoms: When an ethereal enemy threatens the world, three rival kingdoms must unite to save humanity.

Elaxi: The story of an assassin questioning her cause.

Still in Development

King Arthur retelling: Set in the same world as Marian of Sherwood, this is a retelling of the King Arthur myths.

War: A genetically enhanced soldier learns how to be a human.

Mage: A man and his adoptive son must mend their damaged bond when a sorcerer threatens their home.

D&D Adventure: A crew of misfits meet in a bar.

Superhero: Fairly standard super hero fare.

Ghibli Aesthetic: Follows two brothers and their robot as they travel across a vast, magical world.

Forbidden: The son of a billionaire falls in love with a rock star.

Dracoventh Chronicles: A world where dragons are bonded with a Drakoventh and use them to communicate with mortals.

Industrial Fantasy: A farmer falls in love with a deaf boy who turns out to be a witch.

Fan Fiction

Sky COTL: Follows the misadventures of my three OCs; Apocrypha, Nadir, and Tahti.

Warrior Cats: Tells of the conflicts between Emberclan, Stormclan, and Ironclan.

RWBY: The adventures of the rag-tag Team EBNI(S)!

Journey: A jaded wayfarer is tasked with guarding her tribe's Elder on a pilgrimage across the desert.

Hollow Knight: My own take on the game's story.

Moomin: The same lovable characters but slightly older!

Skyrim: What if the Dragonborn was a child?

Short Stories/Novellas

King's Staff:

Warring Kingdoms:

Talent Short Stories:

Fire and Ice:

Nim:

Crown:

Traitor:

Cosmere Knockoff:

Selkie:

Selkie Sequel:

Chosen One:

Lost Prince:

Beacon Nine:

Home:

Return:

Dragon Princess:

I have OCs for

Sky: COTL

Journey

Warriors

Hollow Knight

RWBY

The Arcana

Star Wars

Stormlight Archives

Harry Potter

Misc

[sidhewrites]

April Showers, Part Two

Part one.

Before them, all of Fellering spilled down the mountainside like a waterfall of life. Power lines swooped over the terraces. The road swerved slowly down the mountain, curving back on itself over and over again until it reached the foothills, then heading straight through the forest and far off into the distant port city. Every rooftop was topped with brightly-colored shingles, every garden teeming with life. Puddles collected on the sidewalks, and raindrops peppered the trees. There were stairs and ramps everywhere, even ladders going from one step-like level to the next.

Cass walked slowly, avoiding any puddles on slopes or particularly muddy areas, with Mops always at his side, loyally resisting the urge to sniff at flowers growing between the cracks in the pavement. 

Lise rested her chin on his shoulder, once again bemoaning the fact that she’d stowed her radio in the backpack instead of a pocket. “I’m going to break that habit sooner or later. I will.” 

“No, you won’t.”

“I will.”

“When?” His grin was audible.

Lise paused, frowning, and buried her face in his shoulder. “Eventually.”

Cass laughed, and they continued on down the mountain road for a few minutes in silence. Eventually, Lise spoke up again, asking about Cass’s dream. Cass would answer, then talk about the letter he got from his father, who’d docked most recently off the coast of Spain.  

“Oh, that sounds amazing. Did he send any pictures?”

“None that he took. But I have a few postcards. I’ll show you at lunch.”

Lise nodded, and grinned, imagining the amazing life Cass’s father must live. He was a nature photographer, going around the world in his boat and waiting for just the right moment to capture birds or fish or whales or goodness knows what else. Neither of them had any real eye for photography, and Lise wouldn’t last a minute on a boat, but it was a romantic life to imagine for themselves nonetheless. They spent the rest of the walk discussing the boats they’d have, what they’d photograph, and where they’d go.

“Antarctica,” Lise said, thinking about penguins and not how the cold weather made it nearly impossible for her to walk.

“New York City,” Cass said, thinking about the massive architecture, and not how crowded, loud places overloaded his senses.

Townsfolk waved hello as they passed, asking how they were doing, and about Great-Aunt Marya’s health. They all knew each other by name, as much a family as they were neighbors. Halfway down the road, Jerzy stopped them from his vegetable garden, waving the pair over with a trowel in one hand and a watering can in the other. His sunhat had flowers stuck in between the woven straw, as bright as the rest of him. 

“Take a look at this,” he said, gesturing behind him. Blue flowers sprouted all along the trellis leaning against his brightly painted house, almost glowing in the soft sunlight. “Biggest blooms I’ve had in years. I bet I’ll win something big this year.”

Cass shifted his weight, allowing Lise to step down and lean on Jerzy’s fence. She ooh’ed appreciatively. “Those are your petunias, right?”

“Morning glories, but close enough. The petunias are over there.” He gestured to a leafy bush sprouting purple blooms instead. “Here.” He stepped away to pull a few of the petunias and held them out over the fence. “For good luck today.”

Lise took them and handed two to Cass before fixing the last flower behind her ear. “What will we need luck for?”

Jerzy shrugged. “You can never have too much good luck, right?”

“Thank you, Jerzy,” Cass said, sticking the flower in his own hat, and one in Mops’ fur. “They’re beautiful.”

Jerzy thanked him right back, and waved them off as Cass lifted Lise back onto his back. They continued on down the road once more, this time talking about their gardens and what they’re planting for the summer, as if they hadn’t helped each other sow the seeds already.

“Squash,” Cass said without hesitating. “I want big squash to make into pies and things in autumn.”

“An apple tree. Just one. We cleared out the space just outside the front gate and planted the seed not too long ago.”

The further down they went, the more shops popped up. A book store, a bakery, and a general mechanic’s. The school sat beyond, at the very bottom of the hill with a wide field. A few children played outside already under their teacher’s supervision, though they wouldn’t be called in for a little while yet.

The road leveled out about two thirds of the way down the mountain, easy to traverse despite the puddles still sitting here and there. Cass let Lise down off his back, and they walked side-by-side, arms linked as they chatted. Lise occasionally stopped to tap her cane into puddles, sending up small splashes of water and scattering droplets as they went.

Finally, they reached the general store, already open, the striped awnings unfurled and soft music drifting out through the open door and mingling with the planters.

Hattie knelt before a chalkboard sign outside advertising the current deal -- lightbulbs, two for one -- and drawing little designs around the lettering. They looked just like Cass, broad-shouldered with freckles and bright red hair pulled back and out of the way, though they were a few years older and wore colorful makeup, the likes of which he would never touch. Their glasses hung on a beaded chain around their neck, reflecting the light beautifully onto their freckled face.

Cass leaned over their shoulder and asked loudly, “Hey, can I buy a car here?”

Hattie jumped. The chalk went flying, and they flinched back with a yelp, nearly headbutting Cass by accident. He recoiled, more out of fear than anything, while Hattie put a hand over their chest to steady their breathing. “Don’t do that!”

Cass nodded, mumbling an apology and burying one of his hands in Mops’ fur. “We just came to see you, is all.”

“Oh, well.” They blew a raspberry, and smiled. “That’s okay then, I guess. I like the flowers.”

“Thanks. How are you doing?” Lise asked. “How are the kittens?”

Their smile grew into a lovesick grin. “One of them tried to climb onto the bookshelf last night. They’re so adventurous, I could cry.”

“Oh, speaking of that…” Lise pulled the shirt from her backpack and handed it over. “Great Aunt Marya says to stop letting them climb on you.”

Hattie pulled a pout. “But…”

“I’m just passing along the message.”

“And we need blueberries,” Cass said. “Any chance you have some here?”

Hatte hummed, looking back to the shop as they thought. “Aren’t there a few bushes down by the creek?”

“No, that’s blackberries. They’re not in season for another few months.”

“Oh, huh.” Hattie frowned. “Let me check what we have. I think Ursula was going to bring some by this week.”

Lise and Cass followed them in, waiting by the door as they put on their glasses and went through the inventory list. Ultimately, Hattie shook their head. “Sorry, none yet. Ursula’s stopping by the group today, right? You should ask her then.”

Cass leaned over the counter to grin. “Is that all we should ask her about?”

Hattie met his gaze for a minute, not understanding until he winked. They flushed a bright red and turned away to hide their face. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“I will until you ask her on a date.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not? You like her. I think she likes you. Just write her a letter if you’re too shy to talk to her. Put a flower in it, and everything.”

Hattie shook their head. 

Lise wrapped her arm around Cass’s again, this time a silent sign to stop pushing the subject. 

He nodded in understanding, and held a hand. “Sorry. I just don’t know why it’s taking so long for you to ask her.”

Hattie shook their head again, and turned back around to squeeze Cass’s hand. “It’s hard to risk being told no from someone you like.”

“You must hate me then. I tell you no all the time, and you seem just fine.”

“You’re my brother. I’m legally obligated to hate you.” Hattie’s grin matched Cass’s perfectly, before they relaxed and put the inventory charts away. “Oh -- but if she does have blueberries, can you bring some home tonight? I want some, too.”

“Definitely. I’ll see you tonight?”

“You all ways see me at night.” They waved as the pair left, Mops trodding behind them. Hattie groaned, only then realizing that the dog was tracking mud, and that they’d have to clean the floors all over again.

[sidhewrites]

the ghibli-esque story I’m working on is 100% wish fulfillment at this point

a bunch of queer and/or disabled kids getting together and crafting, living in a flowery mountainside village where everyone is nice and it’s mostly self sustaining, the main character has an entire room devoted to indoor plants, mermaids are real