artschooldemon

[artschooldemon]

when you listen to a song and it gives you inspiration to daydream an answer to the plot hole in the story building inside your head

[artschooldemon]

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

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I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but more people should read incomplete/unfinished/in-progress fanfics.

I've noticed this huge trend where creators on tiktok and tumblr who will be explaining how to use Archive Of Our Own to new users and they always say "and make sure to scroll down and click completed only" or how people will go out of their way to mention they only read completed fics 'because they were traumatized when they forgot to check the dates and didn't realize this fic hadn't been updated since 2012'.

The thing is - I think by not engaging with and/or actively avoiding writer's WIPs readers are potentially adding to the aggregate of abandoned works. Now this obviously isn't the case for all abandoned fics, anything from major life events, to loss of interest, to getting busy can be a reason for a fic getting abandoned - but at least on some level I just know that writers are quitting while they're ahead when they aren't garnering any response or feedback because reading WIPs has become unpopular. If you're worried about reading something that hasn't been updated since 2012 then you can use the date updated function to sort out old fics.

Anyways, support your favorite fanfic writers by engaging with their WIPs.

[artschooldemon]

I know I haven’t posted a lot, both here and on Ao3, and that’s mainly because the writing hasn’t really been writing.

I’m currently learning animation and I have an original project that’s taking up most of my time and energy.

I want to continue Magic in the Machine and I plan on hopefully getting one more chapter in to finish act one before putting the fic on official hiatus before second year starts.

It’s the least I can do for y’all.

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25, fearne/poska

Bless you nonny, I forgot how much I love these two...

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Poska doesn’t know what to make of The Ruby Vanguard or its elusive inner circle, other than the clear impression that her new ‘superior’ plainly resented not quite being a part of that inner circle.

She had joined up not because she believed in its anti-god mission statement—though she supposed she could get behind it; the gods, distant as they were, were also kind of the ultimate authority on Exandria and most manmade power structures. But no, she joined because she heard the name Bells Hells muttered in conjunction with the cult one too many times.

And where there was Bells Hells, there was bound to be the faun.

She had actually lucked up. She wasn’t ruidusborn or whatever, so she didn’t go to the purple-haired woman; she was no where near a trained soldier, so she didn’t go to the general; but she was scrappy and stealthy and smart, and so she went to the pompous fey ‘lord’ supposedly revered her his stealthier prowess.

And her new boss happened to have about as much of an obsession with Fearne Calloway as she did—though for what reason, Poska hadn’t parsed yet. Regardless, it was easy enough to use her past experience with and knowledge of Fearne to get the gig of officially tracking for down for this guy, and he was willing to give her the intel and resources she desperately needed to do it on an unfamiliar continent—never mind that Poska had no intention of bringing her back, not for whatever his creepy reasoning was beneath the guise of ‘vital to the cause.’

Poska eventually learned how vital Fearne really was when she finally got her hands on the faun.

Wrists secured behind her back, she had the nerve to wrench free from Poska’s grasp. Poska nearly barreled into the faun as she lunged after her, as rather than bolting, Fearne spun around to face Poska, walking backwards with a bounce in her step.

“So did Daddy send you?” Fearne asked curiously.

“Daddy?” Poska asked, brow furrowed in confusion even as she sneered.

“Yeah,” Fearne said with the air of ‘duh.’ “Real tall, long hair, pointy ears…” Her shoulders shifted and her head rolled side to side as she spoke, grand gestures she likely would have been performing with her hands forcibly repressed in her restrained state.

“That prick fey prince is your father?”

Fearne giggled at that, then abruptly stopped—again, Poska nearly ran into the faun in her effort to stay close and keep hold of her should she attempt bolt, fisting her hands in the faun’s jacket. She tilted her head to glare up at Fearne in an unspoken warning that predictably went ignored.

“Lady Captain Professor Princess Fearne Calloway,” the faun said airily, sweeping down into a bow that might’ve been a curtsy had she had the freedom of her hands. “Fey Scion of the Ancient–”

But she cut off with a soft inhale as her lips skimmed Poska’s nose when Poska refused to step back.

“–Flame…” Full lips curled into a smirk, blurry at the edges as Poska stood completely still and so close, glaring down her nose at Fearne even as she craned her head to look up at her.

“A lot’s changed since we last met,” Fearne said, tilting her head just a little closer as a strange flame sparked in her pupils. “We’re kind of overdue for a proper introduction.”

“Dearling, flighty as you pretend to be,” Poska growled, playing along as she slowly smoothed her hands around the faun’s hips. “You could never forget me.”

Bodies pressed flush together as she abruptly grabbed at Fearne’s wrists, finding her restraints lose enough to nearly slip off entirely and wrenching them tight.

Fearne startled, like prey thrashing in a snare, and it was Poska’s turn to smirk as their lips inadvertently brushed. “And I certainly haven’t forgotten any of your tricks.”

Fearne huffed a whine against her lips and pouted dramatically, though her lips quickly curled into a smile as she straightened up. “Oh I missed you, Poska.”

Poska only snorted as she forcibly whirled the faun back around, holding tight to her restrained wrists and huffing a chuckle when Fearne laced their fingers together.

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Happy Southern Gothic Creative Exchange, @zethdoesart! 🏴‍☠️

A Light on the Horizon

Chapter One

Red were the roiling waves beneath the moon-stained sky. Red were the scudding clouds driven like fleeing sheep before the teeth of the ravenous gale. Red was the maw of the howling maelstrom gaping wide to swallow her, boat and all, into the dreaming depths.

Soaked with seaspray and lashed by rainwater to the point of numbness, her palms rasped raw by the tackline clutched in her hands, Imogen leaned on the tiller of Flora in a desperate attempt to wrest the dory from the greedy current. But even with the wind behind her and all of her mother’s warnings in her ears she was being dragged back with every wave that lapped over the hull.

The little craft circled the precipice of the vortex like a child’s toy boat in the bathtub, tilted so far over the whirling abyss that the mast was nearly parallel with the horizon, and sky and sea were one and the same to her, an indistinct blur of wet red. Her voice was drowned beneath the roar of the abyss, but even so there was no one to hear it but the sea, and the sea, or what lay beneath it, had no compassion for her. The sea felt nothing but an endless, all-devouring hunger.

Whatever end awaited her there, at the bottom of the world, it was sure to be red.

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[artschooldemon]

fic writers and fan artists be like

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As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

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i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

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PSA for fanfic writers

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don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

[artschooldemon]

how about 127 for our witchy trio. get well soon!

127. Dipsosis: Pathological great thirst; overwhelming desire for water

When Imogen sees the ocean, the first thing she thinks is: wow. It's so big.

She immediately resolves to never tell anyone that that was her first thought, because it's fucking stupid. But it is big -- the ocean goes on and on and on and on forever. It seems impossible that they've crossed it so many times, teleporting from continent to continent without--

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Laudna cackles, and goes sprinting past Imogen towards the ocean.

...when did she get all her clothes off?

Doesn't matter, Imogen doesn't want to be last; she pumps too much of her magical energy into surging forward, leaving the ground and flying straight towards the blue. After a moment, a giant pelican starts flapping after her. They gain on Laudna, and then Imogen passes her -- and just in time she grabs Laudna's wrist, scoops her up, and throws them both into the ocean at the same time.

Splash. For a moment, the whole world is water; then Imogen pops to the surface again.

Laudna makes a noise like aalgughaulgahl and follows. Somehow, she has already attracted every scrap of seaweed in a ten-mile radius. "Imogen!" she says. "You've still got all your clothes on."

"Yeah, well, you didn't give me time before you--"

Waaark!

Fearne drops Wildshape in midair and cannonballs in after them; saltwater slaps Imogen in the face, shoots up her nose, chokes her. She falls ass over teakettle back into the water.

For a moment, she drifts. She can see Laudna's legs (and Laudna's...well) and Fearne's legs and the drifts of Fearne's silk in the water. The realization hits Imogen just as quick as the water, but without quite as much force: I'm happy.

She surfaces again. "Fearne, what the fuck."

"Did I win?" Fearne says. "I don't want to be an egg."

"Fearne," Laudna says, "you could never be an egg. Pâté's last."

"You summoned Pate?" Imogen says.

"Nope!" Laudna says. "That's why he's last."

"Totally," Fearne says. "Makes sense to me. Let's do it again, okay?"

Imogen says, "We're gonna run out of--"

Fearne splashes her. Imogen shrieks and splashes her back and then they're a mess of magic and salt water and squabbling and that thought, quiet and solid and real: I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy.

Send me characters and a number between 1-275 and I will give myself five minutes to write you a drabble!

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@imperfectpaladin more please? :)

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"i prefer a gentler approach" goes premium in my brain the way i've been looping it the whole day. that was craaaazy why are there 6 opened tabs of imodna fic rn whaaaat.