#EDIT: JUST REALISED I USED THE ACTUAL DEATH TAG. OOPS

[chimerahyperfix]

Run down your list. You are currently on your way to intercept the King, before he gets to the house. Whenever he gets there, it’s a bloodbath; metaphorically and physically. How many more times do you have to see everyone get frozen? See the King smash those who stand before him? You can’t see it again, you can’t you can’t you can’t, so you sneak out to face him instead. If he can’t get to the House, no one has to die, right? Simple as that. The endless night of his approach hangs right over Dormont, so you have to catch him, NOW.

You make a pit-stop at the Favor Tree anyway. It’s tradition at this point.

You did… something, here. Before you started looping. The hypothesis is that whatever you did at the Favor Tree caused the time loop you’re trapped in. You know you wished, a ton— at least ten times, or maybe twenty? All in as many different ways you could think of. Stretching outside the realm of how you know to wish. The desperation drove you to doing random things in hopes it would save you, and— well, it kinda has? You’ve doomed yourself for everyone else’s sakes.

That’s all well and fine enough, you rationalize. One person for many. Who knows what’ll happen if he actually takes the House; you don’t want to find that answer out.

The Favor Tree is huge. It’s a nice tree, lots of leaves, lots of shade. You could probably climb into its branches and never leave, get trapped in a web of tree bark and leaves like a cage, birds and squirrels and other such animals as your jailers. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad. You could try that, next loop, if you failed here. You know you’ll fail, because nothing has worked so far. Your mind flashes with images of blood-stained floors, of screams both by and for many, many people. Hands reaching to you, hands reaching out.

Breathe. The memory fades away. Your hands curl into fists.

You depart, to fight the King. To stop the King.

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The King is very tall. A couple stories high, you’d reckon. He towers over you, the trees and everything else. The clearing you’ve stopped him in is very close to the House. Too close for comfort. Shouldn’t have stopped at the tree. Everything is swamped with the scent of burnt sugar.

He looks down at you— do you look like an ant to him? One singular ant? Wouldn’t that be interesting. A single blockade to the anthill, standing its ground. One mistake and he’ll turn you into a dark stain, or an icy statue. One mistake is all it’ll take for him to rip through the House like paper.

The Craft Bomb is heavy in your pocket. The backup potions, seven or eight of them, all in little tossable vials, toxic and burning and acidic, weigh down the other pocket of your lab coat. You remember drinking at least three of them. They all killed you. Painfully. Curse your desk for not being clean before you started looping. If you’d just taken a few minutes before you wished, so many deaths would’ve been avoided…

But that’s not important now. The fire in your throat, as imagined as it is now, still hurts. Your voice has taken an odd rasp to it now, the consequences of toxicity and blind reaching for water forever etched into your very being.

“How have you done it?” The King asks. You can’t see his eyes, past his endless, wild mane of hair and his gauntlets covering his face, but he sounds both confused and enraged.

You don’t answer, instead brandishing the bomb you worked so hard on. You made it in record pace, this loop. It too reeks of caramel.

The King simply moves a hand. You know what’s coming, and you move before he does. The curse of being so, so tall, is that you’re faster. The bomb goes flying, and you toss the potions all in one go for good measure before skittering out of the way. The King lunges for you as the bomb explodes, sending waves of fire and craft energy everywhere. Blinding, deafening. Its force knocks you to the ground.

He still moves, though. Not enough. Damn. Maybe you need two bombs… do you have the materials for a second one? You hope, as he swings his giant gauntlet down onto you to mash you like a bug, that he sees the weird shade your eyes have taken lately. A pair of blaring, dangerous warning signs.

You’re not scared anymore. This has happened many times.

You still scream.

His attack hits, and through the veil of absolute agony, there’s a tug on your stomach. Back to the drawing board.

[fainthedcherry]

PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

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WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

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If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

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Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

[thedaughterofkings]

What I’m writing!

The lovely @clotpolesonly tagged me to tell you all what I’m currently writing! Thank you <3

I’m mostly working on three fics right now, plus a couple of future fics in the plans and a few old wips that I haven’t completely given up on yet, so here it is:

The Merlin Canon sort of Regency inspired arranged engagement to be married with a bit of horseplay AU (it’s both less insane and more insane than it sounds^^°) for @hyraeth‘s wonderful art for the Merlin Reverse Bang - currently standing at 2.7k and barely into all of the cool ideas I have for this fic, so I really need to get going on that one! But I’m still confident I can finish it satisfyingly in time - keep your fingers crossed for me!

The Resurrection fic! Originally started for Sterekweek last year, obviously didn’t get finished in time, aaaand still isn’t finished now^^° But I think I’m headed in the right direction - all three resurrections are over and done with, so theoretically I could wrap it up. Unfortunately an accidental soulbound has sneaked its way into the fic, so there’s still a bit more to write! Standing at 18k currently!

Fully grown - the soulmark AU that just won’t LET ITSELF BE FINISHED!!! I’ve only got (probably) two more chapters to write, but life (and other fics) have kept me from it since October!! But stepping away from this fic a little might not have been a bad idea, because I can feel myself getting increasingly excited about it again, so I hope to finish it quickly once fics number 1 and 2 are done! Currently standing at 25k! (Guesstimated final total is ~30k, so there really isn’t that much more to go)

Some fics that I haven’t actually started properly writing yet, but that I’ve been thinking about a lot and started outlining somewhat are the sequel(s) to Pigtails, the sequel to fully grown (yes I’m already planning the sequel even though I can’t seem to finish that fic), the ‘Stiles is Cassandra’ fic that I’ve mentioned before, the Grey’s Anatomy in Space Star Trek fic that I promised @ohfuckthisshit and a couple of prompts I’ve gotten that I’m excited about, a fun Stackson one in particular! And then there’s always that one fic that has like one chapter but I’m still so excited about (parallel universe, twerking Derek, Derek/Kira besties, Stiles/Allison badass hunter siblings, Sterek of course and Scira and Allydia and oh my, what’s not to be excited about!!!) Oh, and I’ve been thinking about this tiny Drarry ficlet lately, so I’m hoping to actually write a longer fic for it one day, too! So definitely plenty of fic in my future :D

And then there’s the almost dead wips that I haven’t completely given up on yet, it’s now just been so long that I cringe a little at my writing, so I feel like I’d have to rewrite most of it to be happy with it, which isn’t really an incentive to go back to these fics (I already hate editing, I don’t even want to imagine rewriting circa 20k each!). I’m mainly talking about Stormy waters (13k on ao3, plus a couple thousand more words for one or two not yet published chapters), which I’d really like to finish just so that I don’t have a wip/abandoned fic on my ao3 anymore, and the yet to be named Sciles fic which stands at 20k and is almost finished, the big fight has already been written, I just got stuck on dealing with the aftermath (and thus haven’t worked on it in ... possibly years?!). Argh, I should probably admit those fics are dead already, but I really don’t wanna!!! Anyone have any tips on how to deal with these?!^^°

To end this on a less depressing note here’s a little excerpt from the Resurrection fic - Stiles goes to Peter for advice on how to resurrect a werewolf:

Peter starts with a legend - some Romeo and Juliet thing about two werewolves and a human boy, about love and hate and life and death. Stiles is pleasantly surprised when the answer for once actually is polyamory instead of a love triangle. And Peter’s story even has a happy end! To be fair, werewolf number one has to die first, but then werewolf number two - an alpha girl whose story Stiles wouldn’t mind seeing on the big screen - and human boy bring him back and they all live happily ever after. No really, that’s actually what Peter ends the story with. 

What follows is a long semi-scientific treatise on the magical properties of the different moon phases, on studies conducted by the werewolves of yonder year - Stiles heroically doesn’t ask if their studies consisted of howling at the moon and discovering that their howls were louder when the moon was full - and full of warnings of things that could go wrong when you try to resurrect someone - horror stories of feral wolves completely out of their mind, of zombie wolves, more dead than alive, of rotten flesh and broken bones, and honestly, Stiles gets it; there is no need at all to go into that much detail. It’s all very interesting and might actually be useful knowledge beyond bringing back a couple of killed before their time werewolves, but what it isn’t is a nice little recipe that actually tells him how to bring back a couple of killed before their time werewolves. Stiles had been hoping for a little more “Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken.” rather than the history lesson he’s gotten. Well, actually, he was hoping for something with a little less bone and flesh and blood if possible. But still, some actual instructions would be nice.

Oops, I just realised that I completely forgot to tag someone else, so if you are a writer and want to do this, I hereby tag you, so do it and tag/mention me!