#i keep forgetting wip wednesday is a thing pls

[veifei]

wip wednesday - veifei one shot in the works....xia fei is drunk, and maybe just a little needy :O

(excerpt also posted below the cut)

"Vein...can I...?"

Breathing out in a sort of half sigh, Vein says softly, "you're drunk."

"I want to. consider it payment for the ride. and room." He presses forward, position a little awkward stretching over to the driver's seat. Vein lets him. He's gentle when he kisses Xia Fei, almost chaste. Almost. If not for Xia Fei's insistence, hands grasping at the front of Vein's white shirt, breathing too heavy, drunker than he thought, yes, his tongue finding wet warmth in Vein's just parted lips, eager to take the opening, liking the low hum he draws out him.

It's Vein who breaks away from the kiss with a buttery chuckle, that's reinvigorated when Xia Fei tries to chase his lips.

"Hm, you're very drunk it seems." the car hums to life as he starts it up. If he can see the way Xia Fei is looking at him, hungrily, he pays no mind.

“I am completely, entirely fine, and not too drunk at—”

[thechaoscryptid]

It's been ages since I wrote anything just for me and it's my birthday in a week and a half so for WIP Wednesday pls have some of the SHAMELESSLY self-indulgent Andreil/Andrew Minyard study I've been working on this week as an excuse just to write pretty things. As a treat. A lil present. Just for funsies for once

Andrew Joseph Minyard makes it easy to forget he was not born with blood in his teeth and blades kissing his wrists. It is survival, plain and simple: excise what doesn't matter, and it's easier to wrap his jaws around the remains and gnaw until he hits marrow. His history remains hidden in his snarl and his tendons scream with the force of holding on. He is ten feet of rage hemmed in by five feet of skin, and he is bitter bile upon porcelain, and he is—he needs to be—the monster everyone knows and no one loves.

Restless energy scratches at his skull, each staticky frisson feeding off its predecessor until the world is cotton and his breath is a fluttering mess nestled against a dead heart. His knives weigh heavy against his forearms, but he doesn't reach for them. He tangles his fingers between his knees as he glares down at the parking lot; in his haste to flee another "I'm fine" that's starting to sound a lot like "Help," he—so stupidly—hadn't stopped to consider how nothing feels like the worst thing of all as it tries to slip through his hands.

Neil Josten, who exists as a bandage-swaddled lie, has not yet learned that "I hate you" is acquiescence: belly-up vulnerability delivered straight into uncomprehending palms. Neil doesn't understand because they are not the same—Andrew does not allow his desperation to seep out of every pore. He is not a blue-eyed fool. Moreover, Neil would not know vulnerable even if Andrew beat the idea into him.

He cannot—will never—explain the significance to Neil, and so he says I hate you, because he refuses to allow Neil a foothold.

I hate you, he says, because it is easier to keep people alive when they don't matter.

I hate you, he says, because he has never quite known how to like without loathing.

I hate you, he says, because lying is easier than admitting he might—at some nebulous future point he feels coming like a freight train—want to allow Neil to see the craven creature he keeps locked deep behind his ribs.

Because though Andrew will not—

(Andrew does not allow himself to name it, because want is a prelude to please, and if he never pleads again it will be far too soon.)

—Neil, he still has to grapple with the fact that something stronger than apathy rears its ugly head when he sees Neil struggling to maintain his facade.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

can we get mafia front pls (:

WIP Wednesday (2/12) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 278)

"You're describing the buying and selling of your life, Neil. That sounds pretty goddamn bad." Andrew says, studying him intently. Neil supposes he has a point. But it's not like he's ever known any different. And it's not the worst thing, not really. He was terrified Ichirou would want to keep him. That he'd want Neil to be his right hand, the way Nathan was for Kengo. 

Two fathers, two sons. Inheritance and all that.

He could've done it. Would've, if only for Jean's sake. But he's glad Ichirou had other plans for him. Because he likes their little apartment and hanging around the restaurant when Stuart's business— whatever it is— is slow. It's not an easy life. No, it's a messy and dangerous one. But he's not the Butcher Junior. And that's good enough for Neil.

"It's better than the Nest was."

"That doesn't mean it's good." Andrew says simply. Neil is overcome with a sense of deja vu because he and Kevin had this exact exchange last night.

"I know. I try not to think about the specifics, Andrew. The specifics will make you fucking crazy and I don't need any help with that."

"You have a point there." Andrew says, his humor returning. His expression softens a bit and he reaches behind the counter to grab the book. Neil's eyes widen.

"Put it back. Andrew, really, put it back. Forget it's there." Neil says, trying to take it from him. After a couple attempts he gets the feeling it would be easier to take a steak from a Rottweiler than anything from Andrew Minyard.

[sankttealeaf]

wip wednesday thursday!!

ty for the tag @elinorbard !! its technicay thursday but the wip's never stop!!

a lovely little scene from the next chapter of let sleeping dogs lie. for some reason i keep making them get into little arguments :')

“I ought to give these back to you,” he says, offering the dark leather gloves to her. “You handed these to me as a promise that you would return and, well… you’re here.” Rumour takes them from him gently, giving them a once over. Her eyes go to the delicate embroidery and she frowns, shaking her head.  “Stop giving me things,” she mumbles, holding them back out to him. “I don’t want any of this, Gortash. These are just things! They aren’t helping me with anything.” “They’re things with memories attached to them, Rue,” he explains, pushing her hands back. “You hated touching things with your bare hands and lost your old pair of gloves. For your birthday I gave you these. You hardly took them off.”

“You know my birthday?” she asks. He can’t help but roll his eyes. Out of everything he’s just said, that’s what she latches onto? “Why does that matter? Rumour, I am giving you pieces of your past, why can’t you accept what I’m telling you without any further questions?” he snaps, his composure slipping. He’ll tell her everything in time! Why can’t she fucking understand that? “It matters because it’s something that’s mine,” she replies, tossing her gloves onto the desk. It knocks over one of the ink pots and he’s quick to pull them away, avoiding staining them. “Everything you’ve told me hasn’t been mine. It’s been you and me. I don’t know anything about me!”

tagging @kaleido-scope-lady and anyone else who has something they wanna share, i always forget who writes and who doesnt 😭 (pls... let me know if u wanna be tagged in wip wednesdays or other writing games)

[dani-the-goblin]

🎢 WIP WHENEVER 🎢

Tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92

I have an explanation/vent below the cut about my week, as well as some previews, but I'll keep this part focused on the good stuff.

WHAT I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON

PRIDE PHOTOSHOOTS 🏳️‍🌈

Completing the dream date photostory for Twiggy & Joss (when @streetkid-named-desire sent me this ask, it was already halfway done 😅)

An interview with Valerie! Piggybacking off of @elvenbeard's interview here, and the concept that I also love how we all inspire each other here ♥️

Ironing out and outlining Level of the Devil. It's gonna be roughly 20 chapters at this point, with multiple collaborations, so I'm going to be taking my time with this part. VPing out scenes is very helpful 👀

I'd already been taking a break with PL (and Giah by extension), but maybe I'll pick it back up soon. Maybe...

Okay vent time: Things just keep happening to me, guys! I've been suffering the past few days. I pinched my vagus nerve in my sleep on Wednesday, and on top of all my other medical issues it was...oooh boy. At first it was manageable, but I genuinely think yesterday morning was the worst pain I've ever experienced! It's letting up now, thank the stars. I really did not want to have another surgery. I was already taking a bit of a creative break since I could tell I was burning out quickly. So, I haven't really caught up yet. I'm trying not to worry about it, but my fellow creatives know that it's inevitable.

@medtech-mara has been a huge HUGE help keeping me going offline. Thank you, and I love you so much ♥️

Now some sneak peeks! (including a blooper of me forgetting there was a whole ass dead body in frame twice 😂)

[the-rat-child]

Hold on hold on.... KINDERGARTEN FIC??? Pls. pls grace us with a snippet of that WIP I beg.

IT'S LIKE 50 CHAPTERS IN THE MAKING IT'S HARD TO NARROW IT DOWN TO A SNIPPET OMG 😭😭😭

Also MOOT THAT LIKES KINDERGARTEN??? WTF SHOOT ME A MESSAGE IF YOU WANNA TALK FANDOM WISE

Also also. Fun fact about the kindergarten fic is that it's connected with a fic I'm still currently posting/writing, like sometimes it crosses over as they take place at the same time in the same school

Snippet and context under the cut!!

Don't flame me it's first point of view 😔😔

It's a future fic set in their junior year, I started writing it before 3 was announced so we're ignoring its existence

This is the first chapter, totally not an excuse to establish all the characters and not an excuse to describe clothes which. I'm a freak for

Fuck This - Carla's POV

(Wednesday)

“At least dis school has an accessibility ramp,” Monty grumbled as he leaned back in his wheelchair. He shouldn't be, and he shouldn't have his legs spread so much, but I'm not his mom and won't bitch at him for it. “I always forget about dat until we come back.”

He pushed a little further with a sigh, obviously not wanting to be here. Same. I fucking hate this school.

And school in general.

“About the only good thing in this place.”

"And it ain't even in it!"

I trailed behind him, carrying his backpack on one shoulder and mine on the other. “I can't believe we have Applegate for our study hall teacher, I thought that bitch quit teaching!”

The hallways, like always on the first day, were crowded, chaotic, and generally insufferable. An Asian girl carrying a nasty knee scrape walked past as I leaned on the locker next to Monty's. A sea of red, blonde, brown, black, and a sprinkle of the fun colors passed before he said, “Need to go to yours, or are we good?”

“We're good.”

We made our way to our study hall, sitting next to each other, duh. The desks are all set equally apart in row and column, undoubtedly going to be shifted into odd groups. Already with my journal out, I could jot down a few people, but I always wait until the attendance is read to really get anything down.

I keep a journal page for each person in my classes, front and back, just to make sure I can keep tabs on incriminating information and useful tidbits. Does that sound weird? Well, you never know when you need a piece of information on someone. And how much cash it can net you.

As the students slowly filed in, the bell eventually rang. Mrs. Applegate, appearing to have lost a bit of weight and the light in her eyes completely, cleared her throat before talking. “Hello everyone, as most of you know I'm Mrs. Applegate. I used to teach kindergarten, but switched to high school after a two-year break from teaching. Looking around this room…” Her glare held a hint of fondness. “I regret that decision. Let's just get on with the roll call before we get to rules. Respond with a nickname or preferred name if you want.”

Prepping my pencil, she called out, “Madison Anwar?”

“Here, and Maddie is okay,” A girl with an ashy-black colored pixie cut and round glasses replied with a bit of excitement. Green seems to be her signature color, from her hair clips, to her short overalls, to the buckle of her mary janes. Didn't know her in kindergarten, and still don't. Perk of being a wallflower: you draw no attention to yourself.

“Penelope Applegate?”

With her hair braided to the back and ever-perfect “skin,” raised her hand and said, “Penny.” She still wore blue clothes, but now it's a longer skirt and slightly lighter top.

Not like she needed to ask.

“Nico Barnardo?”

“Nugget,” They responded, gaining a slight eye roll from Mrs. Applegate. Their oversized hoodie and cargo pants, along with their ever-curly blonde hair and slight eyeliner to highlight the slant in their eyes, and the lazy smile in my direction, really made it look like they scarfed three edibles down in the parking lot.

And they'll do it again tomorrow.

“Fun… Alice Boyd?”

With her short-ish ginger hair and masculine clothes - a hoodie that hides her body and work boots - I could have mistaken her as a guy, but she responded in a rather low voice and proved that wrong with a simple, “Here.”

“Bennigan Brooks?”

“Buggs.” Mrs. Applegate blinked at him, most likely surprised to find that he grew into his weight, dressed like Alice and sat next to her, in front of Monty.

Or that he made it to senior year.

Speaking of, she called out, “Montgomery Cooper,” in a flat tone.

His leather jacket was hung over the side of his wheelchair, showing off the arm muscles not hidden by MY tank top. “Monty.”

“Felix Huxley?”

Now that's a high-price piece when it comes to info, untouchable little Mr. Huxley, heir to the Apple fortune after the Unfortunate Split six years ago. Now, instead of Applesoft, there's Apple, and Soft, but then a year after Soft decided to join Micro, Ozzy's mom's little company, and created Microsoft. “Present,” he said, staring at his desk in a bit of a dismissive manner, almost aggressive. It's almost as if he never changed, other than growing taller and growing some muscle too.

“Theodore Huxley?”

While his brother sat somewhat alone in the front corner of the classroom, he responded from the other side of the room, “Here.” Unlike his brother, Theodore changed a lot: grew his hair out past his shoulders, subtle facial hair, dresses much more casually, sticking with sweaters and sweater-vests with undershirts, although his voice was still pretty high and he's shorter than his brother.

Not like they'd stand close enough for anyone to know.

“Jerome Lambert.”

“Wassup teach,” He said with a smile, leaning back in his chair with a smile. Jerome wasn't looking bad these days, having his mom put in cornrows before school started and some basic but fly clothes.

“Ronald McGee?”

A brunette kid with a flannel, cowboy boots, and dirty ass jeans that dared to sit on Felix's side of the room raised a hand with two fingers up and said, “Ron,” with a bit of a stereotypical southern twang.

“Catalina Moran?”

“Carla,” I responded with my hand up. Speaking of me, not much has changed. A hoodie, basketball shorts, shoes good for running and sneaking, hair in a high ponytail. Still me.

“William Olvera?”

He waved a little as his sister laughed and replied, “Billy!” He hasn't really changed either, always kinda skinny, with his graphic tees, sweatpants, and eyebags. Typical nerd stuff.

“And Lilian Olvera, of course.”

“Lily,” She said even though it's known. With her hair slightly grown out and thrown into a well-kept rat's nest, decked all out in black clothes, chains, tall boots and trad goth makeup, anyone would assume she's reserved and lonely, quite the opposite from her actual self.

“Oswald Patel?”

“Ozzy!” He's still a little flighty and on edge, but he seems visibly more relaxed than normal with Maddie by his side. His silly little polo shirt and cargo shorts really made him stick out like a dad on vacation, and the socks with sandals sold it.

“And finally… Ah, shit,” She muttered despite being in a classroom. “Cinderella Salo.”

“Cindy,” She said with a smile.  It's her own little fashion show, done up like a Bratz doll with her high pigtails, small pink skirt with a belt, long white “leather” boots, a white, long bell-sleeved crop top, and a full face of pink products.  When a girl puts that much into her looks, it's hard to not notice. I somehow envy her confidence and want to punch it out of her.  

“I should dress code you, but my rules are simple: don't do anything too horrendous, don't be too loud, and don't get me in trouble. Have fun, kids.” With that, Mrs. Applegate sat down, and we all quickly formed our groups.

Alice, Buggs, and Cindy turned into each other, with Lily in between them and Billy and Nugget situated with her. Buggs was right by us, which includes me, Jerome, and Monty. Ron, Madison, and Ozzy all sat a little too close to Felix, who stayed alone, and on the opposite corner of the room, Penny and Theodore.

It was like we picked up where we left off last year, no issues at all.

Well, until those issues all come out.

I'm sure study hall this year will be very great, or very messy.

And there's only one way to find out.

[iluvhavingnobrain]

I keep forgetting to edit this but ty for the tag, I think I nearly forgot about this draft.

Anyways! This is chap. 13 of my fanfic, the Buck and the Doe! Pls enjoy this scrap as I'm currently editing it.

Omu's POV:

I was currently walking to the speakeasy, the wind sending shivers down my spine.

Earlier today, Alastor had called me on his break complaining about his secertary. Telling me about how annoying and un-mannered she was. He also told me that her name was Janice? Something like that.

Although my main focus wasn't that, it was about how I let Alastor sleep in my own house!

We don't even know eachother that well..which is what made the whole situation worse.

How could've I let him sleep in my home? He could've shanked me in my sleep without me knowi-..ok, maybe that's a bit disrespectful.

We've gotten closer, yet sometimes there's this weird feeling he emits that makes me feel uneasy. Especially when he comes to the speakeasy late at night.

Speaking of my job..

I have been saving up, and luckily just because Mimzy likes me..she's given me a raise last week. Soon enough, I'll be able to afford a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 home and not some hic apartment. Although houses are pretty expensive..unfortunately.

My thoughts soon faded away as I rounded the corner to the alley of where the small hangout was located

I knocked on the door of the speakeasy before heading in, Mimzy greeting me happily.

"Heya, sugar! How you been?" She chirped, I forced a smile and nodded slowly. Rubbing the exhaustion out of my eyes with a fist.

"I've been doing fine, Mimz. You?" I asked softly, hanging my purse up on a nail that hung loosely on the door.

"Been doing quite swell, Husker got more expensive booze and whiskey. Said it was mostly for himself but..it's been attracting more people by the minute!" Mimzy said happily, I let out a awkward chuckle and agreed with her. Not like she'd notice my awkwardness anyways.

Anyways, that's like my first wip Wednesday. So I'm sorry if I did it wrong, any who. An explanation about this chapter is that Omu, (my oc in which I need to do more art for) had invited Al over to her house last chapter, or, last night. They talked over some tea and eventually, she let him sleep on her couch for the night.

But, the thing is that she doesn't know how to feel, mainly because she's never had feelings for anyone before. They both feel the same way about eachother but..it's confusing the both of them.

Zandor, OBVIOUSLY is dissatisfied with Alastors feelings towards Omu, as she was meant to be another slab of flesh served on a silver platter...

But anyways, please read it and everyone else's!

Yay another WIP Wednesday! I’ve missed a few Wednesdays, my deepest apologies I’ve been working on “Daddy’s Girl” which you all should read, like seriously- ANYWAY! Today I’m introducing another story I’m working on.

“That’s the Show!” is a Human AU of my OC Bean and Alastor! It is set in the early 1900s and they are in a PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! If you haven’t read “Bean 101” or studied you would know that Bean sees Alastor as a dad!

Anyway this is an AU within an AU! I got inspiration for this from “Our Renaissance” by @nkirukaj (Which you should also read, but after “Daddy’s Girl” lol 😆)

Everything about this story is under construction! 🚧 this is only one little part that I wrote, I might change some things!

Enjoy 😉



Summary: Alastor Fontenot is the son of a poor florist, and aspires to be the best radio host New Orleans has ever seen. Beatrice Matten is the daughter of a washed up radio star, but doesn’t care for fame she just wants to find love in this cruel world. Both must put on a show every day just to fit into the world they wanna be apart of, but shows don’t stay on forever.

The show must come to an end..

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Every sinner has a story. They were all once human and even the sinners that still walk the earth are lucky enough to continue their stories.

But stories must come to an end.

It doesn’t matter how. It doesn’t matter when.

There are millions of sinners, all with different stories. Today I’m gonna tell a story about two sinners, they share one story. This is because they both wanted one thing.

To be seen.

Today people say it’s easy to be seen, all you need is confidence, an idea, an audience. What happens if you have everything but the audience? What if the audience won’t give you a chance? Then what?

For Alastor Fontenot this was a question he had to ask himself.

Living in the early 1900s, it was not easy for Alastor to get what he wanted. He lived in the south, New Orleans to be exact, and in the south it was all about how you looked and where you came from. Alastor had neither the look nor the right place to come from.

Radio was all he wanted to do.

How would he get there?

Would he ever?

Only this story has the answers. Now let’s move on to the person.

Beatrice Matten. Unlike Alastor she had come from the right place but didn’t have the look, being the child of a child star meant all eyes were on her.

She only wanted one person’s attention. Someone she could connect with, someone she could relate to.

Beatrice never knew what love truly was, she thought it was what her mother had; a family. She thought it was what her father had; fame and fortune.

Or maybe love didn’t exist.

Maybe there was nobody for her.

Maybe for Beatrice and Alastor there was no way to get what they wanted.

Or maybe they never knew what they wanted..

To get the answers we want, this story starts way back in 1910.

Where two boys met in the woods.

(A/N: That was it! I may start writing this and “The Great and Powerful” at the same time, but that would be after “Daddy’s Girl” is completed)

Tags: @man--eater @nkirukaj @artemis1214 @hazelfoureyes @redfoxwritesstuff @iluvhavingnobrain @starlightsacrifice @wickerton @witch-of-the-writing-desk @ladyadrasteia666

[chipped-chimera]

WIP WEDNESDAY - 21/06/23

(I mean it’s technically Friday now between timezones and spoons but have this otherwise I’ll keep forgetting) My first WIP Wednesday! Thanks @theviridianbunny​ for the tag! I’ve been really getting stuck into modding - as well as falling into my usual mod habit of ‘start like six project at once and end up with a million WIP files' but I guess I’ll talk about the major ones.

Graphic design is my passion ...

(Long) rambling about mods I'm making + things I've learned below the cut~

My V’s tatt project is still ongoing, and I’ve (somewhat begrudgingly) been trying out Substance Painter to work on bits of it, mainly polishing seams between UV maps. It’s definitely got a lot of benefits, especially for graphic placement in really tricky areas (like anywhere in the entire head mesh region for example) but I still think a lot of the heavy work will still be done in Photoshop so I’ll probably be writing up both experiences with them when I do that tutorial I keep hinting at for complex tatt work. I’ve started drafting a tumblr tutorial but I wonder if that’s the best format, maybe a PDF? Google doc? Github wikis look cool? (tho I think I need to pay for that) - if y’all got suggestions for tutorial formats pls let me know!

As for the other arguably overly-ambitious-project-where-I-bit-off-more-than-I-could-chew ...

H A I R.

Hair has been the bane of my existence for about the past week( ... weeks? Maybe two?), most of it involving cursing, a lot of reverse-engineering game meshes and smashing my head against blender. But if not already evident from my monowire post - I am a stubborn bitch with too much time on my hands so even though there were at least two moments where I wanted to curl up on the floor under my desk and just stay there - we got there.

This all started because my favourite hair mod which I cannot split from my V’s identity was acting funky and the shape of it had been altered since a physics update. It wasn’t her anymore. So I needed new hair. I tried editing the existing hair. I tried importing the old hair mesh. I tried so many things and they didn’t work out one way or they threw a million errors or there were an obnoxious amount of verts.

I even tried looking for replacement mod hair. None of them fit, all of them felt too ‘clean’ for my V. So I just concluded: FINE. I’ll make my own damn hair. From scratch. At least then I’ll actually KNOW what’s going on with the mesh, right?

Problem with hair is tutorials are very limited in respect to Cyberpunk, so I had to learn a lot of this by myself and looking at other processes used for building game hair. I’ve had a previous stint in game design at uni but it was very introductory and more broad-strokes concepts not specific stuff like what ‘real time hair’ is and how you actually go about placing hair-cards (there’s a million different ways btw) but after another 3 days smashing my head against blender I finally got shit to work to a satisfactory level using hair tools for blender and the particle hair grooming system (not the 3.5 blender system, maybe more on that at some point).

Putting together the hair cards I was 120% convinced this was going to blow up in my face, primarily through vert count. But this hair tool plugin? Alarmingly efficient. I was frequently checking my work against Alt's hair mesh (one I was planning on rigging to) and here's the final-ish stats -

This is with only Alt's hair mesh selected (no cap) and then only my mesh(s - lots of layering to build it up), and by comparison I felt I'd built up the density of a chinchilla. This is not a brag, this is mostly genuine confusion over how efficient this plugin is, all I did was smack around hair curves. It did all the UV mapping junk on the fly.

Although structurally complete, I still consider this a WIP (yes I know there's a reeeeal fun vert funkiness in that second render, it's been fixed) since I'm having to go back and fine-tune some of the UV's the plugins mapped that I'm not happy with and generally figuring out my density problem because if anything, after putting it in-game it felt too dense.

Because yes, somehow I got it in game.

WITH. PHYSICS.

This may have driven me absolutely up the wall between having to learn blender from scratch then what the heck real time hair is and how that works etc. etc. but ... god, seeing her move back from the mirror and just feeling that instant catharsis of 'IT'S HER!' made it so. Damn. Worth it.

It looks too thick - this might be because I chucked in the 'doubled' feature Wolvenkit comes with because I hadn't spent any time doing backfaces. But it also might be because it's black? That's going to need investigating.

The physics need a lot of work too, I did a pretty rushed weight painting job last night on a merged version of the mesh because I was worried whether it was even viable and I'd already dumped an insane amount of hours into this between trying to salvage the old hair and building a new one (with some more bells and whistles. Mainly - curly). That wasn't without it's issues -

This almost fucking cracked me, given this was one of the issues I was experiencing before trying to fix an existing mesh mod. Turns out I was just being dumb and forgetting to export the armature, which I'd thought I wasn't supposed to do after having blender throw a bunch of errors on other hair attempts. I gave it a try after one last shot and boom. Worked. (I dunno what those errors were about man but now I know armature? very important).

Will I release this hair? no damn clue, depends on if I can get it to a level I feel is 'releasable'. I already know what I'm calling it though - Venatrix her side-handle I've decided on.

I look forward to adapting it into maybe a comb-back version, as well as a tied up version, so I can show off both her undercut + have the option of NOT hiding every damn tatt I've obsessed over placing on her neck haha.

In other news -

My much-needed wacom tablet replacement arrived (as well as other things I was looking forward to 👀) meaning my Wacom Cintiq, workhorse of ten years can finally enjoy her retirement. Her controls were getting funky, she had a few dead pixels but man. I'm convinced they won't make them like her ever again. Either way she's done unfortunately - upgrading my monitor to 2k made this painfully obvious. I don't think it's even running in full HD, it's that old. And with Phantom Liberty coming out this year? I'm probably going to need a new videocard and DVI compatibility isn't really a thing anymore.

So for future I think I'll just stick to the basic tablet set up, invest in screens. Also now I FINALLY know what her hair is gonna look like and with the tablet here, I can get back to work on the tattoo bodysuit.

Anyways, that's it for now! (Jesus Christ did you really read all of this? If you did you're a fucking trooper). Sorry for the extended ramble but MAN I did a lot, I needed to yell.

Till next time Chooms! Thanks again @theviridianbunny for the tag~ <3

Oh shit wait, have the blender renders before I forget because hahah I figured out how to do that too lol -

[psalacanthea]

Pre-WIP Wednesday

I keep forgetting about this so I am going to post it a little early.  >D  Ahead of the game, as it were.  

Sometimes you need to slow down and appreciate the world with a possessed corpse.  From the Howe x Cousland fic.  I shall tag @oxygenforthewicked and @my-dumb-obsessions and anyone else who would like to post something.  Pls tag me if you do so I can see it!

...

Phoebe wandered down the slope from the leaky cottage with its rotting thatch, the sunset light gleaming off of the water of the pond, striking the eyes.

The momentary dazzling of her vision blurred the figure standing at the edge of the water, but as she blinked rapidly and shaded her eyes, gradually her sight returned.  The armor he wore did much to obscure the reality of his body, giving him a strength and posture the withered corpse within was no longer capable of.  But he had been when he was alive.  Of that she had no doubt.

Having the choice to be a Warden and taking it anyways; what bravery.

She was slowly starting to think she hadn’t had a choice in the matter, not muddied and muddled by grief, loss, and rage as she’d been.  Oh, it wasn’t anything she’d ever say out loud– it would break Alistair’s heart– but sometimes Phoebe felt as if Duncan hadn’t saved her, but had condemned her to death.  Alistair’s heroic enshrinement of the man made it impossible to really talk about her feelings with him, but they were…complicated.

She felt grateful to and resentful of Duncan.

But those who knew what it meant and had a clear head to choose the Taint– yes, it was very brave for them to be a Warden, unlike Phoebe.

“What thoughts occupy you, my friend?” she asked Justice as she came to his shoulder, boots scuffing into the weedy, moss-dappled grass.  The last few steps down the slope were slick, soles sliding.

His head turned towards her, eye sockets starkly black and hollowed.  A helmet.  She needed to find a helmet for him.  Or Maker only knew what people would think, or do.

“This is remarkable to witness,” he said, gesturing towards the sky with a soft clash of metal plate.

Phoebe came fully to his shoulder, grateful the breeze was going past him downwind.  She wondered if the rot would worsen.  That would be a problem.  Her mind, preoccupied with that, her earlier thoughts about Duncan, and planning their next steps, finally focused on what he was actually gesturing to.

“The sunset.  You…don’t have sunsets in the fade?”

“Not–” He frowned at her, the fleshless skin of his face pulling into ridges.  “As the sun sinks to the horizon, the temperature drops, and the breeze has become stronger.  The sun is not only setting; everything is changing.”

Phoebe blinked, tilting her head skyward.  She wondered if it always did that in the evenings.  She expected someone like a miller would be able to answer that question, those whose livelihoods depended on the wind.  

“I suppose the cooling of the air is due to the movement of the sun.  I’m not certain how the winds are made, though.”

“It is rustling the leaves of the trees,” Justice said, “and the shadows move, stretching ever further.  The waves of the water are growing higher.”

“Mmh, it does that as night falls,” Phoebe said, thinking of home and the nighttime winds that came from the ocean.  It was nice to finally be able to do so without remembering things she tried so hard to keep suppressed.  “You’re saying our sunsets are more…real?” she finally asked, head tilting to the side.  “Or is it the– ah, sorry– body that makes you feel more.”

“I have no way of knowing,” Justice said, turning his piercingly uncomfortable gaze back to the sky, which was sinking into shades of indigo and violet.  “But this is…splendid.”

Phoebe smiled.  “Splendid.  Yes, it is.”

[monsterrae1]

I Would also like tips on all of this pls, but here’s how I manage everything like a juggler with too many balls:

(Doing this in a reblog because a reply would probably be too long and wouldn’t fit)

I have the privilege of working from home most of the time, so usually the first few hours of my day are spend actually working and making sure im not forgetting anything and everything is as it should be; but as a general rule - if im home or at the office - I take a break in between assignments or every hour or so, just so I dont burn out, which is when im either here for a few minutes or I read some fanfic ✌🏼

Once im done with work and I have free time I either spend the rest of the day reading fic in between waiting for more assignments or outline scenes in a notebook, unless im feeling super inspired then I do turn on my personal computer and actually work on my WIP.

Once im officially off the clock I will try to focus an hour or two to actually writing. @satashiiwrites recommended the pomodoro technique to me once and it actually worked for me, so I’ve been using it ever since; unless I manage to hyper focus on what im doing then I ride that wave as long as I can 😅

I have weekly goals for my writing (I tried to use daily goals but it was making me feel bad on days where I couldn’t manage to write at all so I rounded it up to weekly) and that helped a lot, having something to work towards to, and feel like im being productive (pretending to be organized is my most beloved pastime).

I also try to have a general timeline of what order I wanna work on things, I write on more than one wip at the time because sometimes my brain will refuse to work on something so I switch it up, it works for me but not everyone is like that.

But the thing that I really think worked the most was to take it slow and at my pace, knowing there was no actual need to rush through getting a fic out, and funny enough once I made peace with the fact that im a slow writer most of the time, I started to write faster 😂 its really about getting rid of that pressure.

Things like WIP Wednesday, Seven Sentence Sunday, Tag Games or sometimes just teasing a snippet here and there have also helped me too, because seeing other people get excited about my wips fuels me; and seeing other peoples amazing writing also makes me write more because I love seeing how creative everyone is and the amazing ideas they have and it motivaste me more.

Idk if any or this is actually helpful or makes sense 😅 hope it did? Im always open to come at your ask box and ask for snippets of your wips if that would keep you motivated, or we can all form some sort of writers club 😅

Ok, so I'm new to writing fic, right? So I have an important question to my lovely fellow writers.

HOW? Just...How are you getting everything done? Do y'all have time turners? Do you sleep? I am in awe of your talents.

I have so many tabs open right now of new fic that was posted JUST TODAY that I desperately want to read. I have a wip that I'm super into right now so I'm also trying to work on that. In theory, I'm also at work and being productive for a paycheck. Let us not speak of the time this hellsite consumes.

Sooooo...tips and tricks? Or is this just my life now? 😂 🤣