#wrok in progress

[cyt0sis]

selected wroks-in-progress (its all microbes)

[terrainofheartfelt]

went to the Camille Claudel exhibit and it fucked me UP I cannot stop thinking about the following:

she learned how to make portraits by practicing making her siblings' portraits. the first and last pieces in the exhibit were portraits of her little brother. said little brother is the one who had her committed, and never visited her. the FIRST and LAST the bookends of her artistic life! were acts of love for her brother! who abandoned her when she had need of him!

displayed side by side: a bust of Rodin by her, and a sculpture of her by Rodin. the work she did is so tenderr and intimate and up close and personal, and his was so impersonal. colder. less real and more idealized. in the bronze cast, I could clearly see her signature on the back of the bust. something about seeing her signature nearly made me cry

and like, her signature became one of my favorite things to find on her work in the exhibit. it's like she knew. she knew and decided that no one would take this work away from her.

the progression from Sakuntala to Vertumnus and Pomona to L'Abandon FUCKED me tf up. V&P was so tender and gentle, like a sigh of relief, and L'abandon is fuckin despondent. resigned. and how INTERESTING that the myth of origin was about reuniting and forgiveness and reconciliation, and that was in the first work, but the last wrok of these subject she titled "Abandonment" like some things can't be forgiven

how to do something different from rodin she turned to subjects of the everyday, of the beauty in the mundane. and she was brilliant at it.

a gorgeous later casting of the woman figure from l'abandon on display that said it was found in the eighties trashed and in a pond.

Her sculpture of Perseus holding the head of Medusa and she used HER OWN LIKENESS to model Medusa's head. the -- the meta -- the --- medusa, who was viewed and slain as a monster when the worst thing she ever did was love the wrong man........

Musee Camille Claudel's grand opening was JUST in 2017. 2017!!!!!

anyway thank the gods it's here through the winter. I'll be back. more than once

[orcelito]

tbh im very excited about getting this chapter out bc big things happen and even tho it only encompasses like 2 days’ worth of events it’s just like

A LOT happens in those days. it’s exciting. 

[carnwennhau]

boy am i glad its 2x everything because i really need to catch up and get that 11th star lol

[redweedweed]

Hello anyone reading it, im making a game so i took up learning blender and unreal engine (maybe?), it seems it is easier to actually commit to wrok once you are sharing progress with someone so i thought it would be cool if a made blog about it (i searched where i can make a blog and they told me tumblr so lets goo) Anyway lately i’ve done blender beginner tutorial and now i’d like to model one of my characters for the game, here is a quick sketch i made that i’ll use as my reference material, prolly gonna do it tommorow and yeah that would be it for today If anyone read through that or even seen it have a nice day my guy my dude Peace

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part 16 of ??)

Hello metal husband and readers! Welcome to another update to Finding You! What’s on tap today you ask? Well, just keep reading and find out! New here and don’t want to spoil the story? Just hop on over to Part One through this link, and you can read through!

Word Count: 3,558

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Trigger warnings: One character’s a total douche, talk of war and death

Mc twirled the pencil she had been sketching with debating if she should ask the question she had been thinking about. Her and Michael were the only ones in the room and no one would be coming in for quite awhile. This was probably the best time she’d get to ask, "Hey, Michael. Can I ask you a question?"

He looked up from his book, "Yes? What is it?"

"Well, I was reading a book the other day, and I came across something odd. It… it was about the Avatar's Fall," Mc couldn't look at Michael, so she just continued, "Eyewitness accounts say there were eight angels that fell that day. So, I was wondering: Was there an eighth angel who fell that day?"

The silence was heavy, threatening to crush Mc. After a long moment, Michael's voice sounded lowly, "And just why were you reading about something like that?"

"Meeting them in person got me curious."

"And you would believe an eyewitness account over the teachings of the Celestial Realm?"

"Well, not necessarily. I just was curious since I'd never heard of there being another angel who Fell."

There was silence, and Mc still couldn't make herself look over, "I suppose just because some of them have paid attention to you makes you think you know all about demons.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it then? If you haven’t forgotten, demons will lie about anything. Sinning comes naturally to them. In fact, the seven you keep coming into contact with are the embodiment of some of the most damaging sins. The lower demons are even worse.”

“I just want the most information possible. If there was another angel who fell that day, shouldn’t we tell everyone?”

“You forget your place, Mc. You may have luxuries other angels do not possess, but that does not raise your station.  Questioning Father’s teachings. To believe something a demon wrote about another demon-"

"I'm not really questioning. I was just confused because-"

"And now you interrupt me? Just who do you think you are? I am an archangel, and the only reason you've been allowed down here. You are a simple angel that we have allowed to express her talents throughout the three realms. Do not make me wonder if it was the right decision."

Mc flinched at the door closing. Though he hadn't slammed it, nor had he raised his voice, she had felt the waves of displeasure rolling off of him. The threat about sending her back to the Celestial Realm had her really nervous. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the message had been sent.

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“I could’ve come to the castle.”

“Hmmm… I don’t think that would be for the best right now.”

Satan cocked his head, “Did something happen?”

“Kind of. Anyway, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?”

“Well, I kinda thought, since I have an invitation and all, that you could show me around the House of Lamentation.”

“I… I mean, if you want to. I’m warning you now, it’s almost never calm there. My brothers are… a handful.”

“Sounds great!”

Satan looked over in shock, “Seriously?”

Mc nodded her head, “I grew up with calm. I want some excitement.”

“Well, be careful what you wish for.”

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“GIVE ME BACK MY LIMITED DIAMOND EDITION SUCREY FRENZY SIGNED POSTER MAMMON! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S WORTH!”

“Course I know what it’s worth! Why’d ya think I took it in the firs’ place?”

“SO YOU DID TAKE IT!!!”

“Oh. Whoops! Forget I said anythin’.”

“MAMMON!”

A blur of demon shot past Mc and Satan. All Mc could make out was white and brown, before Leviathan went past, considerably slower than Mammon, but still fast for a demon. At least, Mc thought it might be Leviathan. The shy purple haired demon was now in all black, with black horns and a snake-like tail. He also looked like he was going to rip apart his brother.

Satan sighed, continuing forward, hands in his pockets, “Welcome to the House of Lamentation.”

“Shouldn’t we do something?”

“Hmm? Oh, about them? I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Ah. I see…”

“We should probably get you out of the immediate vicinity though. There’s no telling what those two idiots might do.”

“Where should we go then?”

“Hmmm… Well, since we’re close, I guess we could start with the kitchen.”

“Sounds good to me!”

As they walked, Mc looked around her. Though the decorations were both a tad macabre and extremely grand, she found herself… comfortable. The candle light cast everything in an almost cheery glow, and the atmosphere, while a little daunting, made her feel like she was…

“... Home.”

Satan stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly towards her, “W-wait… Hwat did you say?”

“Oh, did I say that outloud? Sorry. That probably sounded really weird,” when Satan didn’t answer, Mc continued a bit awkwardly, “It’s just… This is the most comfortable I’ve been in a brand new place in a long time. I thought maybe my attraction to the Devildom was just because of how novel it all is to an angel. But… Being in this house, it just makes everything feel more like… Home,” Mc looked up to see Satan looking at her with a very tender but sad look, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Let’s keep going.”

When they got to the kitchen, Belphegor and Beelzebub were there, former hiding his head in his arms and the latter consuming a concerning amount of food in a very short time. He stopped when Satan and Mc entered the room.

“Burfy! Wrok hus herr!”

“Hmmm? What? Who is it?”

“Ots Emm Fee!”

Belphegor lifted his head tiredly, but smiled when he saw Satan and Mc, “So, you took us up on the invitation?”

“Yup. Satan’s showing me around.”

“Do you guys want some food?” Beelzebub asked, mouth cleared for a second.

“Well, I-"

"Here. You can have this," Beel said, grabbing her hand and dropping what looked to be a kind of sweet bun in it. He gazed at it for a second then looked at her and grinned before walking back to his food pile. 

"You should eat it," Satan said quietly, " He doesn't share his food with just anybody."

"Oh. Okay," Mc said, looking at the sweet. She took a small bite and then her eyes grew wide before eating the whole thing.

"Thought you'd like it," the Avatar of Gluttony smiled.

"It was absolutely delicious! What was it?"

"An orange roll. It's a human word treat."

"I'm going to have to have Luke make it later."

"Did he come with you?" Beel's eyes were shining. 

"Ummm… Not this time."

"Oh."

"I'll make sure to let him know next time I'm coming."

"Please do," Beel said, smiling again. 

"Well, I'm going to continue our tour if that's alright."

"Yes, please do," Mc smiled, turning back to him.

"Have fun you two," Belphie said, dropping his head back onto his arm.

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Mc and Satan progressed through the house. The feeling of familiarity just kept growing as they went. There was a room off the kitchen that Mc felt very drawn to. Satan said it was just an unused bedroom, nothing of note, but it did nothing to curb her interest. In fact, it made her want to see what was inside even more.

When they got to the library, they had to stop because Mc was so excited. No matter how many library’s she saw, personal or otherwise, they never failed to excite her. The fact it was the personal library of the Fallen was not lost on her.

“Do you want to stop here for a bit?” Satan chuckled.

Mc turned to him with wide eyes, “Can we?”

“Of course. Spending time with books is always time well spent. Anything in particular you’d like to look for?”

“Ummm… Do you just want to give me a tour?”

“Of the library?... Hmm… I suppose I could do that. Lucifer does like it organized a certain way. And, of course, if there’s a book that catches your eye, all you have to do is say the word and we can stop to read.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re really after,” Mc teased.

“Well, can you blame me? Reading with someone in companionable silence is one of life’s greatest joys.”

“Well, I suppose it is nice to just sit and read with Sim, though he’s probably the only one I’ve read with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Most other angels don’t just sit and read very often. Unless it’s scripture.”

“Sounds about right,” Satan said, rolling his eyes and starting to climb the stairs that lead to the second story of the library.

The “certain way” Lucifer liked the books to be organized was by genre, then alphabetically by author.If an author had multiple books, they were to be then sorted alphabetically by title, any series sorted by the first book’s title then in order. Many of the books were old though in impeccable condition. Mc was impressed by the breadth of selection available, and she could sense some spacial magic at work which housed more books than what was visible to the naked eye. While browsing, Mc found a book that looked interesting, and carried it until the tour was over. Satan happened to have a book in a hidden pocket in his jacket so they decided to sit and read awhile. Instead of the ground floor, Satan knew of a little nook on the second story which had a cushioned window seat and two plush reading chairs, so they went and sat there.

Though the story was interesting, she just couldn’t get into the book she’d grabbed. Her mind kept wandering back to her earlier conversation with Michael. She didn’t know how she could have brought up the subject in a way where he wouldn’t have gotten so upset with her. He’d reprimanded her before, but never had he been so dismissive and final about it.

“Are you alright?” Satan’s voice cut through her thoughts. She looked over to see him watching her.

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and averted her eyes, “It’s… Well, I got reprimanded by Michael.”

“Why?”

So Mc told him about her search for information, how Barbatos had told her to ask Michael and his rebuke. When she finished, Satan’s face was impossible to read. He was silent for long enough, she was concerned she had offended him somehow. Finally he spoke, “Lilith. Her name was Lilith. If you want some answers about what happened, I think Lucifer would be the best person to give them to you. I would suggest Beel, but he has enough trauma about what happened as it is. I don’t even know if he remembers, or if he’s blocked it…”

“Blocked what?”

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Satan knocked on a bookshelf on the ground floor. A deep voice sounded from behind it, “Enter.” At the word, the bookshelf sung open to reveal a secret room. Despite wondering what was going on, Mc was both delighted and intrigued.

“You guys actually have a secret room behind a bookcase?!”

Satan shrugged, “Yeah. The house has a lot more secrets too. It would’ve been my room had I not lost a bet with Lucifer. Now it’s his office,” and with that, he walked in.

The whole room was a lot cozier than Mc would’ve expected. Austere and imposing yes, but there was a level of warmth and comfort to the room Mc would never have expected.

“Satan, what is it?” Lucifer sat at his desk, quill scratching across some paperwork. He hadn’t looked up.

“Mc has a question for you.”

This got him to look up, “Ah Mc. How can I help you?”

“Oh, if I’m interrupting something I can come back later.”

“I could use a break anyway. Please continue,” Lucifer sat there expectantly.

“Okay. Umm…” the memory of Michael flashed through Mc’s mind, and she winced a bit, but continued on with her story. Lucifer’s eyes darkened the further into the story she got. When she got to Michael’s chastisement, Lucifer got up from his chair abruptly, and went over to his window, back to Satan and Mc. Mc faltered in her story, watching as his clothes changed, horns pushing up and out from his head.

“I told her you’d be the one to ask,” Satan intervened, coming to stand behind Mc.

“Why? You know everything. You were there,” Lucifer asked, back still turned.

“You know the whole story,” Satan shrugged, eyes on the black clad figure.

Lucifer was silent and unmoving for quite awhile. Mc’s tension was on high alert for quite awhile, not seeing the horns retreating, until he finally spoke, “Before I begin, I feel I must warn you. You are going to hear things you probably won’t like or agree with. You are not to interrupt me. There will be a chance for me to answer your questions at the end, but only at the end. I will not explain my actions. The only person I answer to is Lord Diavolo. Whether you believe them correct or not, I am not embellishing the truth nor am I trying to hide from it. Knowing all of that, do you want me to continue?”

“... Yes. I would like to know the truth,” Mc answered confidently, though the fact he was still angry put her on edge. She knew he wasn’t angry at her at least.

The eldest, having calmed down enough to revert out of his demon form, came over and sat behind his desk. Satan came and sat next to her, earning a look from Lucifer, “You’re going to stay?”

“She is my guest.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, turning his attention back to Mc, “Have you heard about the Great Celestial War?” Mc nodded, and he continued, “No doubt you’ve heard their version of what happened. Probably talks about me and my brothers rampaging around the Celestial Realm until they finally cast us out?” Lucifer looked to her for confirmation.

“More or less,” Mc conceded.

“I am sure they make me out to be a villain in every way?”

“They say before you became angry, you were the model angel.”

“That is… interesting to know. Thank you for that. Now, where to begin?... Do you know anything about our sister?” Mc shook her head no, and Lucifer sighed angrily, “To think they just… Lilith came into my little makeshift family with Beel and Belphie. They were almost triplets in a sense of the word. Beel was the sun, Belphie the moon and Lilith the stars, though I would argue she shined the most brightly out of them. She was... angelic. They should really point to her as the model angel. She was everything an angel should and could be. Though they were all very close, once Beel made himself my bodyguard, Belphie and Lilith spent a lot of time together. Belphie had a habit of going off the the human realm whenever he could, which was not seen as a good thing, though he knew how to keep himself unattached to the humans he happened to meet, so no one could really do much more than grumble. That is, until Lilith started going down him.

Her heart was so pure and full of love, she ended up falling in love with one of the humans she met. Belphie tried to talk her out of it, but it was no use. When the rumors started, I asked both of them what was going on. From what they both said, it was love at first sight. Though I was furious, I went down myself to meet the man in question, and found myself unable to criticize her. He was everything I could have wanted for my sister. 

Unfortunately, he was mortal and he came down with a serious illness. Lilith was devastated. We all tried to tell her this was a good thing. He was a good enough person he would probably join us in the Celestial Realm. I even spoke with my father and got permission for her to lead him to the Celestial Realm when he passed. She wouldn’t listen however. He had told her all about his dreams for the future and she couldn’t let his life end. SO she concocted a plan. I wish she would’ve told me about it earlier, but I only found out about it after the deed had been done. She took a Tarel fruit and fed it to him,” Mc gasped despite herself. That fruit was precious. Michael himself wasn’t allowed any unless Father approved of it. Lucifer didn’t even acknowledge the outburst, “He recovered, obviously, but the damage was irreversible. As punishment for her sins, my father decided she would be put on trial, though we all knew the outcome, “ as did Mc. Either death or complete exile. They were essentially one-and-the-same.

“I had… many issues with the Celestial Realm and how it was run. How it probably still is. I was able to put those all aside however for the sake of my family and my position. This however,” and Mc could see the rage that still filled his eyes, “I could never forgive. Not if it meant the death of our dear baby sister. All my brothers felt the same way, especially Beel and Belphie. We all decided we were going to do something about it. Despite what anyone might say, I did try to go the “correct way” in the beginning. Supplications to my father. Speaking to others that might listen. I think we even tried a petition at one point. Very few would listen. I think there was a level of envy from most of the other angels. They saw in Lilith all their shortcomings, and so they had latched onto the one “bad” thing anyone could ever remember her doing.

“Tensions came to a head one day when I told my father and Michael I would do everything in my power to keep Lilith safe. Michael then looked me dead in the eyes and told me my sister was going to be punished, even if he had to do it himself. I left that meeting trembling with rage, and that’s when I knew I would wage war against anyone who tried to hurt my family, even if that meant fighting my father myself. I flew into the sky that day and sent my declaration of war over the entire Celestial Realm.

“Some came to our aid, but most sat on the opposing side. The war was long and bloody. Many that had flocked to our aid perished, low ranked angels who didn’t stand a chance against the likes of Michael and his bow. On what would come to be known as the last day of the war, we had so few left, my precious family had to be put near the front of the battle. Everything was going fine, and we were actually winning when I saw Michael emerge from the enemy forces. He had spotted Lilith, standing with Beel and Belphie, and I could see his intentions before anyone else. I tried my hardest to reach the three youngest, but a large crowd of angels came to attack me. Whether it was his plan all along to keep me tied up with so many, I don’t know. All I do know is that by the time I had fought off all my attackers it was too late. He had strung three arrows pointing them at my family. They all knew it was coming too, and I watched the panic set in to all three of them, with Beel in the middle. He chose to save Belphie. Lilith went down with an arrow to the wing, which was then followed by three more arrows shot by others, one to her other wing, one to the stomach, and then one to the chest. She looked over to me as she started falling and I…” Lucifer’s voice broke and he had to take a second to compose himself, “Well, let’s just say I will never forget it. After the shock had worn off, I flew after her as she fell. I tried to shoot down as fast as I could hoping to grab her, but it was no use. She crashed into the Devildom, wings singed body broken.

“I didn’t tell anyone about that day for a long time. Eventually I did tell Barbatos and Lord Diavolo who Lilith’s murderer was, which is why Barbatos knew who to send you to for answers. The fact Michael wouldn’t come clean about the whole thing, and that they’ve essentially erased her from history… It makes my blood boil. To see Diavolo acting so chummy with my sister’s murderer…” Mc could see, through the film of tears blocking her vision, Lucifer’s horns starting to emerge again.

Without thinking, she crossed over to him and hugged him, openly weeping. The thought was appalling. Whenever people spoke about the Great Celestial War, they always spoke of Michael’s brilliant  tactical genius. They spoke of how he’d helped crush the rebellion, though they had never gone into detail. She now knew why. Lucifer was taken aback for a second by the behavior, but eventually hugged her back.

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So, yeah. That happened.

Likes, shares and comments all vm appreciated. 

If y’all got the reference in the beginning, I applaud you and offer the chance to quote her magnificence in the comments or you could send me asks and I will reply with another quote (please take me up on this!)

Part Seventeen

[writerforfun]

Underwing Challenge Day 6 + Day 7

6. What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPs as you’d like here.

I have to be honest here, I never understood portfolio. I mean u understand what it is and its purpose but I never understood how to make it for myself.

But either way I guess I do have certain things I worked on.

Starting of with Collection.

1. Collection: Story 1: Mirror Defect: (DONE) (Sorry no cover)

Not all is as it seems.

Not all can be explained and even when the truth is out not everything will make sense.

"I just lost my brother, I can't lose her."

What can you do when you lose trust in those around you? When grief holds you too close?

When lies are hidden all around you?

When nothing is real?

Can you trust your own eyes? When all goes wrong who can you trust?

"Experitment 1034, you are next"

Is anything real? Are you real?

**Warning: character death, graphic description of the deceased character.**

I SUCK AT SUMMARIES.

The story was originally done to scare my uncle. I was going to send him this other story, which R.L. Stine wibe to it but sadly I lost it.

So here we are. Now this story features Mark, who despite all that has occurred, is trying to fix his broken family, even if it means destrying himself but is this family real?

You can check it out here

2. So, A Deal?: (DONE)

Met with death she has no choice but to let death consume her.

"No, I can't leave like this! Not like this."

There is no other way, or is there? But is she ready?

"What do you want? Does your soul not fill with rage, anger and despair? Pushing you to the core of vengeance? Don't you feel like a ghost? Dreading you will disappear? You know you are nothing but a ghost, and eventually, you will have to fade."

"I have seen the face of affliction brought by my reality, I'm tortured by the future of things that cannot be, haunted by visions of yesterday."

Her sin is great, but her desire greater. Will she survive the burn?

This was something I did for my school wrok once. Although it is quite different than the original work. I'm quite happy with the last chapter. I honestly just posted it out as a test to see if others would like it.

It took quite an effort and I enjoyed doing the last bit of it. I really want to make a sequal to it, get it going, but not really sure if this is going to go well.

You can check it out here.

3. Solar Elements: (DONE)

Avatar: The last Airbender inspired.

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

A lot can be lost in a lifetime.

"Wolf is going overboard,"

"We do not have time to wait."

"Surrender now and we shall show you all mercy."

"No, we will never yield to you"

"Then so be it."

"You are not prohibited to address better yet conduct such disgrace." "We are still alive!"

"Love you, Son"

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

"And so she has finally awoken."

I had done this for a story contest once, sadly I was unable to win. But I have to behonest, if I had I would have been so annoyed, it was awful, so awful. I won't talk much on it, as I still don't like this too much.

This feature elemtnal magic and time twist you can say, where a character, reborn must choose to either repeat history or change it completely.

4. Pirates tale: (WIPs)

Had this in for a while, been working on it but didn't have a plot till now.

The ship has no name, no crew, nothing. But if you see it, it's already too late.

Legend says they're ghost, some say they are cursed, others....... others don't live to tell the tale.

It was inspired by a prompt I saw once. Hoping to make these pirates cured to be vampires, hidden from all and only visible at night. They are insearch of their first crew captain, the one who must break the cures. Problem is, Captian dies 30 years ago.

Guess, his hidden daughter must be placed instead.

This is dumb, so dumb, but hey, I'll work on it.

5. The Basement: (WIPs)

Another school work.

This one feartures students sneaking into their school's basement. Each with their own story on why the basement is forbbiden.

If only they had listened and not followed through, then maybe they would not have encountered, the hidden dark past of the school.

This has a gay couple, lol I actaully send it to my teacher but I don't think she noticed :(. It needs alot of work though, so this may take a while.

6. To find the Truth: (WIPs)

This one seems to be liked a lot by you guys. Many seem intrigued.

In the dystopian future, when the world government collapsed, when humans fell and the virus took hold, out rose a series of mutants. Their genes mutated by the virus released when a power plant went nuclear.

These mutants, blessed with powers beyond their control, have taken leadership. Smart, strong, powerful and undefeatable. They hold power over the weak like you and me. But I won't let them stop me. I won't let them come in the way.

They are sloppy, weak and useless. The world is filled with criminals, danger and people in need. This world needs justice, it needs help and they won't help, so I will.

"They'll take you away. They take people like them away"

"I won't let them"

I worked up a lot on this in the past few day and have actually most of the plot down. Well the main chracter's backstory at least, even how the virus started and why these mutants have taken over.

I just need to start it out and get it going. I have done that and I was thinking of adding bits and pieces on how the world is after every sub-story, like telling the tale as the story progress.

Was also hoping to give this story, a big reveal as to who these mutants are and how they came to be, why they take other's like them and how they find other's like them.

7. To Sacrifice or To Live? (WIPs)

Still working up on the name here, but the story goes like this.

Two wedding decades a part, each holding nothing but tale forgotten.

An evil entity hanting them both. A power over both familes, readdy to demolish them whole this time.

Will the scarifice work?

Ok, before you turn away, here me out here.

Two weddings, one in the 1900s and the other in 2000s. Both familes trapped in a curse long active, each must work to find a way to break the curse. One failed, made it worse, will the new bride make it? Or will she suffer worse?

8. Collection: Haunting Memories (WIPs)

Jenny doesn't know how she did it but she did. She didn't mean to. She really didn't. But Nina is dead now and it's her fault. She did it.

It's her fault.

Then why do they blame Jake? Jake is sweet, kind and caring. Sure he was the one with the blade, covered in blood and coming to kill Jenny next but it wasn't Jake. Because she saw.

Saw him kill her. Push the blade through Nina, watching as the girl fell. Her blood turning the ground crimson. She saw as the life left Nina's eyes. As the killer slumped to the ground, the control over him wearing off.

Jenny knows because she killed Nina. Then why does no one believe her? And why do her memories differ from Jake's?

“I am telling you what happened.”

“All you are doing is wasting our time.”

“Then be patient, this is all I have. Please just hear me out.”

“We are busy people here. We don’t have time for stupid tales, girl”

“This is not a stupid tale. If you could just listen.”

“We are listening. Listening to you for the past 10 minutes, all you have done so far is tell us useless things. We have things to do.”

“Everything I mention is important. One thing missed and you won’t understand. Please. I need your help.”

“You have 10-”

“15”

“Fine 15 minutes.”

This I hope to work and get done by at least in the next month. It need a lot of work and must be quite slow yet fast paced. I need to make the plot a bit more than just what I have written.

8. Trick? No, I'll take the Treat (WIPs)

Halloween themed. Done quite long ago.

What will you do when your Halloween turns into a nightmare?

I have nothing much on it at the moment, but will update this soon.

7. What kind of partnership are you looking for in this event? Friendship? Somebody to bounce ideas off of? Something else? What sorts of people are you hoping to meet and adopt?

Honeslty, I did a lot of research in the past few days and boy do I ned a lot of work done.

For starters, I need someone who can actually tell me how my work is going, just how kuch of an effort I have out in and how it seems to others.

I need harsh, quite harsh feed back so I know what I am doing wrong, what I should improve with and what interests the reader about the book.

I also say wish to meet and know other writers here. Would love to meet them and get to know them.

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

The Art of Love (Part 2) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N 10/17/2020: Formerly algorithm knows best and companion to cupid’s code. Whether an updated version of Cupid’s Code will be a companion is TBD. 

: Hello my lovelies! So my muse decided she wanted to wrok on this and Cupid’s Code. And my hope was to have both finished before I released but I’m impatient and wanted to share. But it looks like this will be my main focus over the next few weeks. Not to worry I’m still working on Queer Eye for the Cap Guy but I want it to be really good so it’s taking a bit more time than I planned. So I hope you can enjoy this in its place this week. 

Summary: You and Steve have been best friends since sophomore year. Everyone thinks you should be more, but neither of you believe it. That is until Tony Stark’s infallible dating algorithm matches you up. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (Platonic - for now), Wanda, Bucky 

Rating: K+

Warnings: None really. Maybe language? 

Word Count: 1165 

Main Masterlist | The Art of Love Masterlist | Broken Hearts and Robot Parts Masterlist (Companion Fic) ​

Y/N POV 

“Well, well, well,” Wanda grinned from the couch as you walked into your apartment Saturday afternoon still wearing Steve’s clothes. “Looks like somebody’s date went well last night. Once he got there. You didn’t even bring your dress home.”

You looked down at your hands in confusion and realized that your dress was still on the floor of Steve’s bedroom.  Well actually, knowing him it was hanging on his closet door.

“Not exactly,” you grimaced.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I didn’t spend the night with him. I didn’t even order food.”

“Then whose clothes are those?”

“Steve’s,” you sighed.

“Should’ve known.” She patted the spot next to her on the couch. “Tell me all about it.”

“It was terrible, Wanda,” you groaned as you flopped down next to her. “He was thirty minutes late. And then he spent the twenty minutes I was there trying to get into the waitress’ pants. And then he suggested a threesome. Twenty minutes in! I bailed and went to the studio to work on my midterm. Steve happened to be working too and so we went back to his place and ate Chinese food and watched the Good Place.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s just so frustrating. I don’t know why I bother. This is the fifth failed date in a month. Maybe I should give up on love and just focus on my dancing.”

“Don’t give up on love, y/n. Maybe it’s closer than you think,” she murmured, eyeing the Henley you were wearing.

“Don’t start that again, Wan. You know Steve doesn’t think of me like that.”  

“Because Steve let’s so many girls wear his clothes and sleep in his bed.”

“I didn’t…”

She cut you off with a stern look.

“Don’t lie to me.”

You sighed as you thought about waking up this morning, Steve’s soft snore and the weight of his arm around your waist. It was hardly the first time.

“Still, it’s not that weird for two best friends to sleep in the same bed together.”

“Really? Then how come you and Loki never share a bed when he stays over.”

“That’s different.”

“Oh really? Why?”

Damn it. She had you and she knew it.

“Look, all I’m saying is. What really went through your head when you went out with that guy last night?”

“I’d rather be with Steve,” you admitted, playing with the hem of the shirt. “But it’s not possible. He only sees me as a friend. He made that very clear. Very early on.”

“People can change their mind.”

“Yeah. But they usually don’t.”

“Well, if that’s actually what you believe. Why don’t you come with me tonight? I have to go to Pietro’s fundraiser thing.”

“Somehow I don’t think going to a frat event is going to help my love life. Besides aren’t they co-hosting with Gamma?”

“Yeah,” Wanda sighed. “I’m not thrilled about that part, but I promised Pietro.”

“I’m sure it will be fun. But I really need to go back to the studio. Choreographing to Loki’s music is proving harder than I expected. I’m just not sure what he’s trying to say with this one.”

Wanda nodded understandingly.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out and it’ll be beautiful.”

“I hope so.”  

  Steve’s POV

Steve was sitting out on his fire escape attempting to sketch when his front door banged open.  

“Hey, punk, you home? Ooh cinnamon rolls.”

Steve rolled his eyes and crawled back in through the open window.

“You know you don’t live here anymore, right?”

“Did Smudge have another shitty date?” Bucky asked ignoring Steve’s comment as he plopped down on the couch with his second pastry.

“Yeah.”

“She knows she could’ve skipped the shitty date bit and gone straight to your bed right?”

“We didn’t sleep together.” Steve snapped, putting his notebook down on the end table and grabbing his own cinnamon roll. “I found her in the studio. We got take out and watched TV.”

“And then she fell asleep. You carried her to bed and she pouted at you to stay with her.”

Steve’s jaw clenched at Bucky’s description. It was entirely too accurate.

“What do you have cameras in here or somethin’?”

“No, punk. But I lived with you for three years. I’ve watched that same scenario play out a dozen different times. And every time there’s some sort of baked good as a thank you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Every shitty date she has ends up with her in your arms. Maybe she should just start there,” he remarked pointedly.  

“Don’t start with that again. We’re not in love with each other.”

“I didn’t say that you were,” Bucky argued with a smug smirk. “But you can’t honestly tell me you don’t wish that it was you she was going out with.”

Steve glared but Bucky simply stared right back with his quirked eyebrow.

“Fine. Of course I wish it was me. But she’ll never see me like that. I was in the right place at the right time to put myself firmly in the best friend zone. And I’m okay with that. I’m not going to throw away three years of friendship because I went and fell in love with her like an idiot.”

“Steve.”

“Just don’t, Buck. Please,” he sighed. “Today sucks enough already.”

That comment was enough to derail him from the familiar argument.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve been trying to work on my midterm for weeks and I can’t find any inspiration. This is all I’ve gotten out of a three hour session,” he huffed picking up the sketchpad and tossing it in Bucky’s lap.

“This is a blank sheet of paper,” Bucky observed.

“Exactly. I’m completely blocked. And my collection is due in two months.”

“What are you supposed to be painting?”

“Contentment,” Steve sighed. “But apparently I don’t know what that looks like. And I’m supposed to come up with four different paintings.”

“Why don’t you go for a run? Clear your mind a little. You always get your best ideas when you’re running.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea.”

“I’ve been known to have them,” he quipped. “And then you should take your mind off of it. You could come to the fundraiser tonight.”

“Not my scene, Buck. Besides I really need to at least get started. Phil will kill me if I don’t have any progress when we meet on Tuesday."

“Yeah right. That man worships the ground you walk on. If he had it his your stuff would already be on display at the Met.”

“That’s not true.”

“It’s a little true. Well, if you change your mind. It’s at Triskellion at seven. I’ve got to head over there now and give them the approved drinks list.”

“Who’s bartending tonight?” Steve asked in a knowing tone.

“Shut up.”

“Just don’t be an ass to her. She’s working it’s not fair.”

“Yes, mom,” he muttered as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, see you man.”

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A/N: Welp say hello to my new favorite idiots. I’m very much in love with them and I hope you will be too! 

xoxo 

Naynay

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[arelya-andaria]

Fanfic Writer Ask Meme

Tagged by @i-penna​ and @jennyfair7​, thank you both for thinking of me!

Author’s Name: Arelya-Andaria here, but Mathilde irl

Fandoms you write for: Phantom of the Opera exclusively. I’d never wanted to write fanfics until it hit me like a brick when I discovered Phantom last February. I still haven’t been able to stop myself once I’d started ^^

Where you post: FFN, and some on tumblr

Most popular one-shot: I can’t write one-shots to save my life, I’m going to wrok on it. Or Titanic AU, if you consider that a one-shot (I don’t really).

Most popular multi-chapter story: For now Phantom at Disneyland Paris, but Vines of Blood and Music is on its way I think ^^  

Favorite story you wrote: Every story is dear to my heart in some way, it’s like having a favorite child! But I want to say Phantom at DLP, because it’s the first fanfiction I wrote, and I had so many “it fits perfectly” moments, I absolutely loved writing it.

Story you were nervous to post: That M chapter in Phantom at DLP. I’m not really nervous, but I had never written smut before, and it still feels weird to have it out there for people to read.

How do you choose your titles? I haven’t been very imaginative with these, except for my latest, Vines of Blood and Music, which I find nice, even if a little bit too YA-sounding ^^

Do you outline? Not really. I have the idea and then the end, and some moments in there, but I let the words flow. So far, it worked.

How many of your stories complete? One, technically, two if you count that Titanic AU I posted here, but it’s meant to be extended, so...

*in-progress? Officially one, but I have plenty more ideas on my computer (around 6 at the moment). I’m a slow writer, and am working on finishing Vines first, and then we’ll see. Some are more self-indulgent phics, and might never see the light of day.

Coming soon: Chapter 4 of Vines, I’ll post it some time with week, Sunday at the latest. I’m trying to get some more writing done on that phic before I post it.

Do you accept prompts? I’m not very good at writing things I haven’t come up with myself, but I’ll do my best if I ever get some!

I’m not sure who hasn’t been tagged by this point, but everyone is welcome to do it!

[arfagob2021n-181651]

n°116

TIME: 20 min (1rst) and 1 hour (2nd)

MEDIUM: black pencil, 2B pencil and watercolour (1rst), gouache (2nd)

I went to the beach and got to wrok on my observational skills for a while because, as always, it’s not my specialty, but I can see some progress!

[studyblrland]

How Many Hours Should I Study For Iit Jee?

Really want to crack JEE?

YES, YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD. YOU HAVE TO STUDY 12-14 HOURS A DAY(for these 4-6 months). YOU HAVE TO PUSH YOURSELF UP FOR EVERY NEXT HOUR. YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOURSELF MOTIVATED. JEE IS NOT A GAME OF LAZY PEOPLE. TO ACHIEVE IT, YOU HAVE TO SWEAT. IT REQUIRES WILL POWER, DEDICATION, PASSION TO DO SOMETHING IN LIFE. WORK HARD.

This is the peak time for your jee preparation. This is the time that will transform everything, Yes! Everything. Many-many changes are possible within these 4-6 months of studies.

If you really want better results from your studying with less effort download this free audiobook 'Unlimited Memory' and get more done in less time.

I have myself saw such changes when I was preparing for JEE.

May be you are feeling doubtful If I will be able to crack jee?

Today, you may feel I will not be able to crack jee. My ranks will be much after 10k. But guys these 4-6 months are golden time. Each and every second of these months are very precious.

I can motivate you by saying more and more but there is no meaning in wasting your time mine too.

To be straightforward, important thing is:

How you should prepare in these 4-6 months to crack jee advance?

(I am writing this in points so that you can grasp it easily and follow properly)

First things first:

Leave all bad habits. Yes, all bad habits. (Whatever you feel, you are doing wrong, leave it. Be a Self Controlled person: over emotions, feeling, stress, depression, lazyness, waking up late, over thinking, not able to achieve deadlines, and not following a proper timetable all are bad habits that a student acquires during jee studies. Not all students but most of them. Leave these as early as possible. Be out of your comfort zone).

Measure your progress till now.(It is very important to measure yourself that where you stand till now. What chapters you know, where you are lagging? What are your backlogs? Which are the chapters I am afraid of?).

Set a goal, a minimum and feasible goal that you want to achieve. (There will be no motivation for you to study 14 hours a day if you do not set a goal).

Make a strategy to achieve that goal. (Jee is a exam of marks optimization, whatever it takes, it is finally all about how much marks you will get. It do not matter how you get it. Yes building a strategy to 'crack jee in 4 months' is hard but yes it can be done if you better understand yourself) Or I can help you with dm(direct message) me.

Make a proper time table to follow that strategy and achieve that goal.

Follow time table.(Very very important to follow a time table during these 46 months, if you do not then you will end up wasting time, whole day studying and then also will feel not achieving something in that time).

And believe me you will crack jee. If you follow it properly. There is no one can stop you from following this strategy, until and unless you stops yourself.

Yes, brother and sister you have to wrok hard. GET OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND START WORKING HARD.

EVERYONE, WHO YOU SEE AS A SUCCESSFUL PERSON TODAY HAS WORKED HARD AT SOME POINT OF THEIR LIFE. THE EARLY YOU DO, MORE BENEFICIARIES YOU ARE.

If you found any problems in follwing or forming a time table DM me or write in comment. I will try my best to help you guys.

Best of luck!!

I'M POSSIBLE

Source: This question on this question on Quora.

[thehumandamage-blog]

TWO WEEK EVALUATION

I HAVE NOW COMPLETED THE FIRST TWO WEEKS OF MY PROJECT, AND I BELIEVE IT HAS BEEN SUCCESSFUL

I have made notes, seen in my sketchbook, about what has gone well and the things i need to focus on in order to meet my targets. I am really pleased with the development of my idea, and how the research i have done has made my vision of what i want to communicate stronger. I have managed to refine my ideas through research, realising what i find interesting and what i believe would make good samples. I have particular discovered an interest in cosmetic surgery, vandalism, plastic pollution and mental health. These are the main subjects i will continue to research, and form many process samples from. 

I found a wad of Lodown magazines at the start of the project, which has really helped me branch out my research further than new magazines or the internet. The magazines are art and culture based, and contain a lot of urban artists who i have looked further into. The aesthetics of the magazines were really interesting, and I made collages using the pages in the background of my research pages to help me build up an idea of colour scheme. 

I completed my project proposal early on in the project, meaning i have been keeping up to date with my Harvard referencing and able to review my brief properly to improve the development of my project, as well as insuring my checklists are completed to the best standard. This has reduced a lot of stress. I have also had tutorials with my tutor, checking my progression and explaining my ideas. This has helped as it has given me motivation and confidence that my idea is exciting. Alongside this i have been consistantly planning in my diary, noting down both college wrok and commitments outside of it, making sure i have enough time to complete what i need too. 

IMPROVEMENTS

Despite doing lots of mini mood boards in my sketchbook, i am still looking to do collages that combine all my themes into one like a massive mood board. I am going to include this as part of research and sampling, as collages a re a unique starting point for drawings, designs and paintings. I really want to bulk up my research and collect tones more images so i can start drawing from my research and make some interesting work. I am excited to combine this with textile and work out how i can communicate these themes within fashion.

I need to start buying sowing patterns and fabrics, so i can start sampling making garments. I want to be able to make simple designs, therefore being able to make creative garments nearer the end of the project. It is important i learn how to construct clothes, as it means it will be easier to draw realistic illustrations as well as creative ones.