#i already have like 5 more wips

[miranita]

<3

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

[capn-twitchery]

very messy grace wip i may or may not finish >:3

[feelingthedisaster]

trying to write a long fic when im a ficlet/short fic writer is like. what do you mean i only write 600 words??????

[thychesters]

Luffy is like staring into the sun.

At least, that is what Zoro thinks the first time he sees him. But then, his first coherent thought had been it’s too bright upon their initial meeting, looking up from glowering down at the ground to raising his head and squinting at a too big, self-congratulatory smile and do you want to join my crew?

Then it had been simple enough to blame the harsh sunlight blinding him, framing Luffy’s profile and that bright grin, and he’d bitten back the hell I will one minute and had a sword and an oath clenched between his teeth in the next.

And so Zoro follows the sun.

He follows and his skin reddens and blisters and peels; it splits at the seams and bleeds as he burns, and still he follows. It aches and cracks, and still he reaches out, twining his fingers through promises and a loyalty that will not bend.

Luffy curls a hand around his jaw and it’s a different sort of burning, flaring up into his eyes and down to his very marrow. And Luffy asks, where will you go? Nowhere, Zoro says as the words gather in his throat, raw and parched, and he chokes on them, anywhere.

His touch is a balm as fingertips skitter across his skin, soothing and pressing and digging and prying, and Zoro thinks he would burn again and again, blinded by the sheer brilliance of it all.

And then it’s dark out on the open sea, some nights, and then others too many stars dot the horizon, gathering up above them like they’re spilling out of the slit open belly of a giant, and Luffy tilts his head, blistering heat where he rests against his shoulder and looks at Zoro and says, I think I know where, and would you come with me?

And Zoro is a drowning man with a lungful of sea water, salt gathering with blood at the corners of his mouth and asks, of course, and where?

Luffy smiles and it’s a gathering of starlight and the sun, and it makes Zoro want to shove his fist into his mouth and shatter every one of his teeth, and Luffy would just laugh and bite down on his wrist and lay claim to his pulse point, like he doesn’t already live inside its every thrum.

No telling, he says. Will you still come with me?

And Zoro burns and it rages in the pit of his belly right into the raw skin of each scar, into his fingertips as they dig into Luffy’s scalp. How dare he have to ask, grin with the knowledge that he already knows the answer, and Zoro turns to follow the sun and says, yes, says I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

[altruistic-meme]

not sure what i did to chase off the other guy who was up here?? his stuff is still here but he left a while ago and hasn't returned yet ?????

[im-still-watching-anime]

i established a rule for myself AGES ago that im not allowed to publish any of my fics until they’re finished and i really do hate myself every day for it

[artistfingers]

hi i just wanted to say i love soap bubble so much, i am going to be thinking about pining tsukishima for So Long, thank you

heheheh thank YOU anon, i am SO glad you are enjoying soap bubble~ pining tsukki is sooooo much fun to write and he and his problems are living in my head absolutely rent free

for the time being i'm working on the companion fic, surface tension, but don't worry.... i've written ahead quite a bit hehehe the next part of SB is well underway, and ST is already past 25k in my doc. (who allowed this??)

here's a little preview of the first few hundred words i've got for chapter 4 of soap bubble!! (very much a wip & subject to change, of course)

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It only takes the one round for Kei to largely tune out of the game. 

The next time his name is called, he opts to drink rather than picking between the two extremely generous choices of verbal humiliation and physical humiliation, then forfeits his turns to spin. The game is more fun as a spectacle than as a participant; most of his teammates have no qualms about making fools of themselves.

He feels like a specimen under a microscope all the same, examined from all angles. Kageyama keeps giving him unsubtle, pointed looks, like he’s trying to say something without actually saying something—Kei can’t be bothered to figure out what. 

On top of that, Tadashi’s puppy eyes are unrelenting, at least until they morph into more suggestive eyebrow wiggles, at which point Kei thinks he’d rather have the guilt trip.

Then, there’s Hinata’s secretive little glances—

Kei’s mood is still floating. Fuzzy and warm, his diaphragm a size too big, pumped with helium. It lilts and wheels, and it’s not completely unpleasant.

“—Tsukishima. Truth or dare?”

Eguchi’s spin has landed on him.

“Pass,” Kei drawls, swigging his beer to signal it.

“Oh, you’re boring,” Nishinoya complains.

“Spin again,” Kei says to Eguchi.

[bubble on Ao3]

[love-fireflysong]

Blah blah blah I'm a sham blah blah blah terrible person blah blah blah. You've heard all this before so let's just pretend that I've apologized and made promises to be better only to break that promise like next week knowing me. We're all in agreement then? Perfect. Let's just continue then shall we!

That being said, while I would love to do nothing more than share some writing with you all...yeah I ain't got none of that 😅 Ran into a problem like a month ago called 'I decided to watch the owl house and now I'm once again in a new hyperfixation that I've been trying to fight off and have been failing miserably at'. While unlike ud it hasn't inspired me creatively as of yet, it has inspired in me an insatiable need to absorb literally ever bit of fanart and fanfic ever done, and seeing as that fandom is just slightly bigger than until dawn's, it has meant that that's literally all I've been doing the past months oops. So writing has kinda sorta been on the backburner for me sorry 😔 Hell, I only finally just got back the urge to start sewing again just this past week!

And while I would love to say that writing should hopefully pick back up in the near future, just the fact that I apparently have to move AGAIN in the next couple of weeks to a month means its probably not gonna happen 😒

Anyways, seeing as I've at least been able to start doing at least *one* thing creatively again, here's a cross stitch update woo! Except this time you can see what the front of the that pic of the back I shared a couple of hours ago looks like lol.

[tortademaracuya]

I wish I could get any joy from drawing again soon

[youremyfriend-youremymission]

I just need to vent.

[causticsunshine]

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[goldammerchen]

resentful //mmm, should swap that for child.

[holydramon]

it is so fun being a person with 10 million project ideas I love never being able to focus on things (lying)

[lunarflare64]

My feelings about my art right now are so wild, I've long since stopped hating my creative.....spawn(?) just for coming from a human being, where perfection is impossible, but that didn't necessarily mean I was that big on the things I made. I appreciated the little successes when I noticed them, but lately those successes are getting kinda super common actually, I have more to be proud of now, and I've improved a lot, which means.......I'm good at art now. I mean obviously I could have been considered good before this point, but now I'm good at it. Objectively. Impostor syndrome can get fucked I have too much evidence against it now.

Its so weird to think of myself as a good artist, it really doesn't feel like that long ago that I was scribbling MLP characters on notebook paper with no idea how to draw them in any perspective other than from the side, I was like, 15, and now I'm turning 23 in a month and I can do things like good hair and fabric folds (my mind is still boggled by the latter, what kind of black magic ritual sacrifice bullshit is this)

[dumbass---tm]

hey im doing the notes thing because haha my brain is a bitch recently

50 notes - ill start posting my poetry n stuff

100 notes - ill deep clean my closet

200 notes - ill get my sax out and practice more (if i get to this yall can offer song ideas)

300 notes - ill fully clean and organise my room

400 notes - ill start practicing at home more

500 notes - ill finish working on at least one writing wip

(no spamming - max 5 notes per person)

updates:

50 notes - check out @rusty-writing its my writing blog now and i post the stuff i wanna share there

100 notes - its a work in progress

200 notes - ive started doing it but it slow because i dont have a lot of time for it

300 notes - like the closet, its a work in progress

400 notes - my irls know this, but ive done this a few times already, and its creating a habit at this point

500 notes - ill put up a poll soon for which wip to finish