#Shelving Concepts

[halcome]

A day out

Made in Minecraft using MrCrayfish's Device Mod

[zetsho]

oooohhhh my gaaawd. i'm gonna have to dust off my neglected writing skills (as in, basically non-existent) cuz the amount of shiguang rattling around in my brain is too much for my poor drawing hand to handle. i simply CANNOT have an idea that's just. a cute drawing. no. it's ALWAYS full scenes. their characterization is too strong... they actually live up there in my brain.

[mintywallflower]

i will forever complain about how they should have given lance's closet more variety as v*ltron continued on because clearly he's a person concerned with his appearance but canonically he just wears that one fuckass fit. i think if he was shown to be wearing different kinds of clothing, not only would it fit into the comedic beats of his character that the showrunner seems so insistent on, but also symbolize his growth as exploring his true feelings more and represent the multifaceted aspects of his character. you're telling me someone who's obsessed with romance and has a whole skincare routine is wearing a boring ass t shirt and jeans? smells like insecurity to me, insecurity that lance should have been given the time and space to grow out of.

[kanerallels]

There's absolutely nothing worse than when I get a thousand words into a story and decide that I low key hate it

[matteobuccolistudio]

Butega, work in progress

Matteo Buccoli Studio

[lilidawnonthemoon]

🌈🧁🍬🍭

[encrucijada]

the real ones know how huge this is for me

[bookshelf-in-progress]

There's always a danger of caring too much about a story, and then getting paralyzed by the need to do it justice, so it never gets written.

I've solved this problem in the past by writing stories so fast that I don't have time to get too invested, or writing stories that I'm not that attached to.

But maybe the trick is to love the story so much that I want to share it any way I can, even if it's imperfect. To feel that any version of this story is better than the story never getting written at all. To get out of my own way and stop worrying about what other people will think of my writing, or even what I think of my writing, and love the story for its own sake, love the readers enough to want to have the joy of sharing the story with them.

Maybe it'll work. Maybe it won't. But so far it feels like a much better approach.

[narancias-headband]

Hold on I'm SCREAMING.

I need to save my money......

These come out in February btw.

[andros-paidophonoio]

U think David's brothers fucked him too. No proof of this but I think things in my heart sometimes

[anna-scribbles]

for the wip ask game: I'm dying to know what brush strokes means!!

something about art as a form of love and the metaphorical crossing of art mediums (writing and painting) gets me all sentimental 🥺✨

it's an old ladrien wip, the title is from a lyric of the phoebe bridgers song ICU!! (If you’re a work of art / I’m standing too close / I can see the brushstrokes)

Adrien slid her a half-smile, the one where the left corner of his mouth teased up a fraction higher than the right corner, his top row of teeth just barely peeking through his lips. His skin shone as smooth as paper with just the shadow of a smile line etched on his left cheek, and Marinette was struck suddenly with the image of Adrien as an old man with golden skin and silver hair and one singular wrinkle creased down his that cheek from years upon years of smiling that way. It was funny; for all the planning Marinette had done about their future, she’d never actually pictured Adrien old before. The image was nearly impossible to hold onto—like how you hear when you’re little that one day in a billion years the sun will explode, the sort of thing that is true only in the most technical, impersonal sense. Of course Adrien would grow old; of course the universe would explode one day. Youth seemed so inherent to Adrien Agreste, so baked into his golden hue, that Marinette felt a pit in her stomach start to take shape. Wasn’t it—didn’t the brightest stars burn the fastest, or something?  Her face must have done something strange, because Adrien’s smile slipped a little. He opened his mouth to say something, but Marinette beat him to the punch. “You can—I mean, you don’t have to, like—” She sputtered and sighed, resisted the urge to fidget. “You can smile.”  Adrien quirked up an eyebrow—his right eyebrow; Marinette added a second wrinkle to her mental image—and tilted his chin. “Ladybug, are you telling me to smile more?”

(wip ask game)

[moe-broey]

Alfonse voice (having yhe worst stress migraine about it) PLEASE stop trying to have sex with my corpse. Sentences I should never have to say. But more importantly it always goes So Poorly for you it's so fucking hard to watch and I just feel really bad for you

[itskaist]

Hello! Thank you for signing up for my little fandom project. Like I mentioned in my post, these will be once a month character building/exploration questions. I don't expect immediate answers. Feel free to take the whole month, if you need! If you have more than one Step, pick your favorite or whichever you think needs more love.

We're going to start with the basics this month: Where did your Sidestep get your name? Do they know what it means? Do they feel any particular way about their name?

- Cigs

"Feel free to take the whole month," how about two months. Can we negotiate. Haha arriving incredibly late, but arriving! Thank you so much for doing this! 💜

Four 'Steps, a lot of thoughts.

Josiah Cohen

Josiah after his escape used many different, disposable names. Simple ones; Tom, Bill, Lee, Joe. He's actually stuck with Joe for a while, and that's what he was using right before switching from petty crime to vigilantism. I have a small story in my head that I'm still not sure if I consider canon for him; but in essence, he would have saved a smalltime store owner from getting robbed, and that person would take him in for a time. Fed him, gave him a job. They'd had a late son also called Joe, short for Josiah, and so, that is the name that he took on. Liked it enough that he discarded 'Joe' altogether. Didn't want it to be used as a nickname during his time as Sidestep, it reminded him of those scrappy early days too much. So Anathema proposed 'Josie', instead, and after some pretend-grumbling, Josie it stayed. He enjoys the minor gender-fuckery aspect of it.

Cohen came about quickly enough. He was looking for something simple to complement the more uncommon name, to make the whole set seem more natural. At the Farm, he was sometimes assigned a Jewish cover identity for missions, and he came to like it; so he chose the most common Jewish surname that he could find.

His Regene name at the Farm had just been Grey. In my mind, the Regene language would have to be very simple, one symbol encompassing many meanings, to convey a lot with as little as possible. So 'Grey' is a gentle translation, as it could also mean featureless, blank, empty, having no personality. He would have been very isolated there, removed, intentionally so by the handlers but also himself not quite knowing how to socialize in that kind of an environment. So that is what he was called, an unknown, but also possible threat due to being afforded special care and attention; uncanny valley of a Regene, not quite one of them, not quite one of the People. In that grey zone, if you will.

Mina Beik

Mina's Regene name is (or was, for the longest time) Midnight Heart, and it was difficult to leave it behind. She identifies strongly with being a Regene, a weapon, a monster of their making. So she wanted to choose something that at least sounded similar. In her first days after the escape, she'd just inhale television, watching anything and everything at shitty motels that she stayed at. She'd especially come to love telenovelas and soap operas of any kind, anything with a lot of content that helped her observe People and learn of them. There was a character in one of those that she had watched called Mina, and she identified strongly with her. Hadn't used that name for a while still as she struggled to figure out her gender, but as she did come to terms with her identity as a trans woman, she remembered that name and chose it as hers. 'Beik' was just something random to, again, complement the sound of her Regene name as she added more segments to it.

And to that end, post-Heartbreak, she became Midnight-Heart Broken-Reign. 'Midnight' for her hair and eyes, but also mysterious yet serene manner; 'Heart' for kindness and intuition. 'Broken' added in around her time of escape, a cut through her own heart, not enough of neither in so many ways. Then taken back, reclaimed, as Broken Reign, a strike against powers that be.

From the people whom she loves, she likes to be called 'sweetheart'; but really anything cutesie will do. Sweetpea, sweetums, sugarplum, candycane. The more tooth-rotting the better.

Gabriel Vidal

Gabriel wanted something meaningful, something monumental. A name that he could give out proudly. He circled some first names of famous people, but didn't quite wanted them to overshadow who he is, or at least, who he wanted to become. So in the end he settled for something half way, something more mythological, religious--an angel. Gave him a kick once he came back as a villain, to have fallen.

Vidal was a nice counterpart to that, from vitalis, vital, life. Something enticing about combining the heavenly and the earthly, the eternal and the temporary; just as he is stuck somewhere between Regene and human, produced and born. Shortened to 'Vi' as a nickname because 'Gabe' is an aberration.

His Regene name would have been Second Sun Eclipsed. His inner sun burning so bright and usually so joyfully, but also capable of devouring fervour. He always strived to be the best, to excel and to be praised; and yet he always came up just short. Eventually, he came to suspect the handlers of skewing his results in order to motivate him, or something, because how else to explain it? All he ever wanted was to satisfy them, to be their first, their favourite. Could never achieve it. Someone else almost always outdone him, eclipsed him. Well, no more. He'll take what he can't get.

Sasha Ausecha

Choosing a gender expression was one of the first things on Sasha's mind post her escape, and a source of so much exhaustion. As a fresh escapee and then Sidestep, he did initially stick with the Farm-assigned female gender, but only out of… fear? Confusion? Something was itching right under her skin, and not fitting, not matching. He was always bold and proud, and hated this feeling, feeling lesser, feeling smaller, somehow. Scared. Didn't want to be neutral, neuter, undefined. So, a name that was female-yet-male was the one. An inside joke. A poke at her own insecurities. Slap a bandaid on and figure it out later. Just be both for now, and then choose. Never did get to the 'choosing' part, but maybe that was the whole point.

As for the last name, it meandered and changed form for a good while. However, originally it comes from her interest in religion and ritualism, something scarcely allowed or talked about at the Farm. He was looking for some unusual saint or else a holy person, to take their name on for companionship and protection. Fell down a rabbit hole of early Byzantine saints and chose Auxentius of Bithynia. Died on February 14th and celebrated that very same day, an auspicious omen, wouldn't it be? A blessing for a life loved and lived fully.

Her nickname is Chichi, which in its multitude of possible translations, I'm choosing to say was a hilarious mashup of 'chico' and 'chica', back in her Sidestep era when nobody quite knew how to address her, and neither was he eager to enlighten them.

Regene name Chirping Bird Caged. The cuckoo singing oh so pleasantly behind the bars of gold...

[oldfarmhouse]

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[themyscirah]

WE GOTTEM BOYS

[camellia-thea]

okay new d&d oc has a face!