#i'll rework him someday

[ultraeyepiss]

all things tavros }:)

[demi-pixellated]

//OC road work ahead

[todutofu]

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[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS! THANKS EVERYONE! 🥰✨

Me too man. But my mental and physical health is kind'a tanking atm. I just don't have the energy to pick up a passion project of that scale right now..

If you're patient and stick around though, we're bound to see more of my FNAF security breach AU someday.. Once I can get on top of all this crap I'm dealing with-

I AM restingggg 😫 I haven't left my home for any significant amount of time for like 3 weeks- I cant rest any harder! XD

@beryl-shade

Google seems to suggest that an oreo cookie character already exists. "Prime Oreo Cookie" I believe..? :0

@solst1ce-sketches (In response to this post(?))

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like him!! :}}

:}

(First repair guy) (Second repair guy)

They are different repair guys, and they both do not have a name.. 😔

@lobitowhiteeliaz

Not quite sure what you're asking.. so I'll just answer in multiple ways!

My favorite movies of all time are Pixars cars 1 and 3. I cannot watch either without crying 😭 they are my absolute favorites and I hold them very close to my soul 💖

Still to this day, even after all this time, Gravity Falls is my top favorite show. Despite all the cringe I made for it back in the day- it still holds up as my most beloved show I've ever drawn about.

As for fandom, like the people? I thiiiink the FNAF fandom was my favorite to interact with..? I remember a lot of interaction with the fans in general, which meant a lot to me :)

Bibi and Cici are just odd little critters XD though Bibi is very cat-like in nature and Cici is based on a mouse :0

I'm not sure how they feel about being dolls. I'd assume they don't really mind it! XD

Not sure what you mean but I assume you're right XDD

@something3706

Thank you! Though I don't take requests, sorry!

She is indeed a kid, but that's becuase all I had to go off of was her info picture and fanart I saw of her. For some reason a lot of art I saw of Sally depicted her as this total gremlin character that's always getting into trouble.

So I thought hey! Why not make it so she fell to "Earth" as a little tot and was raised by Poppy? In present day she could be like 13-15 and her chaotic energy would make sense and be fun to mess with!

Though after watching GTlive do a vid on the Halloween update, I realize that I wrote her personality completely wrong. Sooo I miiight need to rework her entire story and character- whoops! <XDD

Considering Sally is gonna need some restructuring, I'm not sure where Poppy stands atm-- <:DD

@fawncr33k

I saw your comment on a post that shows you now know the answer to this- but just to clarify it for everyone else!-

Octo and Seafoam are not gay, nor a couple. Seafoam's heart belongs to Blue Beauty! Him and Octo are just friends/brothers.

Also thank you! :DD I'm honored!

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA Thank you!! :DD I've very glad you like them! :D And I'm not sure how a meeting with the pirates and cowboys would go.. its funny though becuase a lot of Canned Tuna's design was copied from Canned Beans cookie. Even the name! So if they ever met maybe they'd have a stand off XDD

I haven't thought much about how the Captain would react.. maybe the Vegimals are something he just cant wrap his head around and chooses not to talk about it XDD

BUT CALICO JACK!! SEEING VEGIMALS BEFORE?? WHY HAVEN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT!! The Vegimals could be these huge fish creatures when they grow old! And Jack could have SEEN ONE/HEARD OF THEM BEFORE!! Why didn't I think of that?? XDD I'll have to draw something like that sometime!!

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you so much!! :D My favorite Donkey Kong game has to be the only one I've ever played, the original Donkey Kong Country!

I also loved Diddy Kong racing, though I see that it doesn't count <XD

@astaherussy

I've heard of Hazbin Hotel, and Helluva boss. I saw the Hazbin pilot ages ago and have seen some episodes of Helluva.. Though they're not really my taste.. <:/

@badlyblurry (Post in question)

:D Thank you! Now I didn't really do any proper research after the fact so I hope the Octonauts info is accurate! <XDD

THANK YOU!!! :DDD

@djh4l0v3rv3r

I think Poppy Playtime it pretty neat! Though I haven't seen a playthrough of chapter 3 yet so I haven't formed an opinion on the smiling critters. :0 Other than their smiles are WAY too big and creepy XDDD

Holy cow.. what a crazy read! I'm not much of a gamer myself but I have GOT to watch somebody play this! :00 Thank you for the info! :D

@raptor1312

WAIT THIS GAME WAS ON THE WII?? I was thinking it was a fangame made for PC??? Like on steam?? ITS A LEGIT RELEASE?? WHAT???

(Post in question)

It was sooooo much tedious coloringggg... 💀💀 Worth it tho XDD

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AAAA IM GLAD YOU NOTICED!! :DD

@shaziztrazh

AWWWW!! HOW COOL!! I love the mermaid approach!! :DD SO PREBBY!!! ✨🤩✨🥥✨

Also thank you so much!! :DDD

(Post in question)

XDD Turns out ditto is my spirit Pokémon-

@nunyabusiness459

AAAA I'm so glad you're interested in him! Uuuunfortunately,, looking back it seems the only artwork I have of Melvin is just a bunch of strange angst for no good reason-

So I'm afraid I don't really have any artwork to share,, and most of the story has already been told.. but this ask makes me want to come back to Melvin sometime! Maybe expand on his story more, or just draw him again in general!

So thank you for the ask/interest, perhaps we'll see more of Melvin someday! :D

[sealrock]

WIP wednesday

I was tagged by @chadhunkler @archaiclumina and @icehearts for this, ty for the tag! I've seen people post writing snippets for this, but I'm gonna showcase a new oc I've been cooking instead:

meet pelleas myste, a former ishgardian knight that made the mistake of falling in love with a warrior nun who took a lifelong vow of celibacy

since I've reworked tauvane's backstory to something I'm personally satisfied with, I decided to do the inevitable and remake achille's dad entirely to address timeline and consistency issues for the final time, which means any lore I posted about him is now retconned (I'll figure out what to do with takami someday lol)

not tagging anyone so this is an open tag. feel free to jump in!

random wip facts I conjured up for him under the cut:

was an angry and bitter orphan from the brume that managed to eke out a living. he had no immediate family other than pet birds he kept for company

joined the temple knights at 17 to get out of poverty. he proved to be a prodigy and rose through the ranks fairly quickly as a lancer, but he could shoot a bow just as good

sole survivor of a dragon ambush, and his entire unit was killed. he lost his left eye and was grievously injured in the attack

tauvane and her swordsisters arrived too late to save his comrades, but they took pelleas back to their convent in order to save his life. he spent the next few years in recovery, but he was unable to wield a lance as proficiently as he did before the slaughter

had a massive crush on tauvane that lead to him falling in love with her. his relationship with tauvane was slow to take root; tauvane found him insufferable when he was able to walk and talk again. pelleas would tease and irritate tauvane because she was 'as stiff as a corpse' with no sense of humor

tauvane eventually abandoned her vows to run away with him, something that's akin to heresy in the order. they eventually settled in the eastern highlands, started a farm, and had their only child, a boy named achille

pelleas didn't live long; he was executed for heresy—which was false—when achille was still a baby. tauvane fled west with achille to avoid persecution from the order, but in the end she had to give achille to chiron when he accepted a bounty to kill her. tauvane, in her guilt-ridden rage and grief, swore to take revenge against ishgard for taking away the only person who truly loved her. her crusade against the city-state is in pelleas' memory

[dreamboundedstar]

Flips Whitefudge Headcanons:

So um, since I decided it be really interesting to ship Flips with my BB oc, Willow I thought it would be fun to list some headcanons. The more I can develop his character, the better it is for hypothetical shipping art. So here we go! 1. Flips Whitefudge's is not his legal name, only his rapper name. His legal name is Philip J. (James) van Tripp

2. He's 29 going on 30 soon. Hip hop became his and his mother's whole thing when he was 11 1/2 years old. 3. His favorite snack is white chocolate covered pretzels (big shocker I know!)

4. Flips lives with his mother until his dancing and/or rapping career takes off. He's not a complete slacker though and does try to help around the house when he's not completely distracted with his hip hop aspirations (which is admittingly almost all the time).

5. He's desperate for dance battles during his mom's hip hop classes because any time he's tried to enter a dance battle on the streets, no one takes him seriously.

6. Whitefudge was originally an insult from his younger years that made fun of his cringy attempts at being street that Flips reworked to being part of his identity in a positive way.

7. Even though hip hop dancing is his main passion, he also dabbles in beatboxing, rap battles, and is a graffiti appreciator.

8. Shelly is a single parent and got her son and herself deeply invested in hip hop 18 1/2 years ago as a trauma response to Flips' father leaving them (can't decide if I want it to be abandonment or death though). That's right, I'm making the cringy humor of Shelly and Flips linked to angst. Why can't I let just things not be that deep?! 9. "Malibu's Most Wanted" is Flips' favorite so-bad-it's-good, guilty pleasure movie to watch every now and then. He will deny any resemblance to him and the main character though. (Any time I see Flips I think of that movie even though I haven't seen it in years. So I might as well connect it to him.) XD

10. Shelly and Flips love watching "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air" and "Living Single" together. (Full disclosure, I never seen "Living Single" I just picked 90s sitcoms that were centered around a hiphop/rap artists. I love Fresh Prince though.) In general, their tv majority of the time stays on the BET channel or MTV (though they still mourn the lack of music videos on the channel). 11. Shelly bans Flips from practicing any breakdancing moves that involves his head being upside down to avoid potential neck breaking. She will lift the ban when she sees her son be able to do other intense break dancing moves without literally breaking anything. 12. Flips often thinks about joining Jairo's capoeira classes to help improve his hip hop/break dancing skills but has yet to have fully commit and finally join.

13. Flips and Shelly are one of those people that unironically dab, unfortunately. 14. Flips tried to be a disc jockey a few times in his life but he never got passed doing more than small events like school dances. 15. Despite appearing confident and charming, Flips is not so great at the dating game. Most potential partners find him way too extroverted or too focused on hip hop that it's basically his only character trait, which makes him annoying. He tries not to let it get to him though because he likes himself and that's all that matters. Someday someone will be able to handle all of him, he hopes so anyway. Okay, that's all the headcanons I can think of for him so far. I hope you find them amusing or potentially useful. Maybe I'll edit this post later to add more headcanons. Only time will tell. Thank you to all who read my ramblings. lol

[battlinghurricanes]

hey if this is in any way invasive i apologize i do not mean to make you uncomfortable & obviously you do not have to answer…

for some reason the obsession i had with the iliad a year or so ago has come back full force & im looking everywhere for content lol so i was going through my likes and some tags and i found one of your posts about a gender hektor fic and fuck i got so excited lol i searched for it on ao3 & i didn’t find it so i guess it never got published

but i just had to ask did it ever get finished? what was it about?

anyway i love all of your work! youre a very talented writer and you’re literally carrying the hektor/andromache ao3 tag on your back !!!!!! so thank you 4 that

Ohhh this is very sweet, I'm so touched that you've found my writing so enjoyable and care to know more about it <3!!! Thank you so much for the kind words!

You're right, I never finished my Hektor gender fic so it hasn't been published. At the moment, I'm neck deep in another Very Long fic for a different fandom that I'm adamantly hoping I can finish, so I'm not currently working on this one. However, I am genuinely determined to finish it some day because I have a majority of it written, more of it planned out, and it means a lot to me. I reread the wip several weeks ago and there are a few small places I want to rework now, but I think it's very strong and it deserves to be finished up. Right now it's at ~18k words.

Essentially, the fic is a rather indulgent take with Hektor sometimes finding an urge to see himself in a new light, and grappling as that leads him towards more femininity. The initial idea rooted itself in the concept of gentleness and delicacy in the midst of a war, and how the extremities of war would really warp and alienate those concepts. I see Hektor struggling with gentleness, both as something he fears he doesn't deserve to receive anymore (alongside deeply longing for it in the midst of all the violence), and something he fears he's not capable of embodying in a meaningful way. The fic's mostly focused on him finding and longing for that in aspects of femininity, but also involves how that internal conflict shapes so many other parts of his life. I found the emotional core compelling enough to write, and even though looking at it through the lens of gender queerness is still quite indulgent and improbable, I do find it fits it surprisingly well, too. It’s also a Troy Wins au, because it felt a lot more satisfying to explore that way.

For you my friend, I'll share some excepts that I particularly like c:

“...you cannot keep shirking your duty ... why you feel the need to waste your time on jewelry and perfume and daintiness ... no- that’s not...you need to focus on the war on our doorstep...”

Hektor berates Paris for the nth time, even when he knows it’s no use. But his little brother simply refuses to muster himself and do what he needs to do to help the city. It makes their relationship grow more and more contentious.

That grieves him, in truth.

Hektor’s exasperation and increasing anger towards Paris is well familiar by now. It leaves him prickly and drained when they fight. Though, in the past months, he’s noticed something else and something new.

Not always, only in some particular moments, he feels something else towards Paris. The sight of him puts a tight, aching cinch in his chest. He can’t identify it, can’t prevent it. He tried once to allow for it, but when he opened his mouth, the feeling didn’t find its place in the words rebuking Paris for his avoidance of battle.

So now he always swallows down the inexplicable sensation, ignoring it, and hoping it will someday go away.

-

It’s quite difficult to grasp the full picture in the little mirror, so abruptly he tosses it aside and kicks around his big, bronze plated shield from where it rests against the wall.

The shape distorts the images somewhat, and the scratches obscure it, but in it Hektor sees himself donned in the flowing dress. His lips purse into a thin, tight line as he all but glares at his reflection. It’s not... repellant; in fact, on a solely surface level, he finds it kind of nice. But with that comes an overpowering feeling that he should not be wearing this. Much less have put it on himself. It may not be disgusting on him, but he is disgusting in it.

The cadence of his breathing has gone so strained and unnatural that a choked gasp escapes him as he hurriedly tugs off the dress. Hektor puts it back into Andromache’s chest as neatly as he can manage then reclaims his own clothes, and he hates himself for missing the sensation of the dress.

-

The feeling only grows as he lopes down the palace halls, distracted and thrown off track. No one he crosses paths with presumes to interrupt him, at least, until he bumps into Deiphobus, who always presumes he could use a disruption.

Deiphobus reverses direction to fall in step with him. “You look agitated,” he informs him bluntly.

“I am agitated,” Hektor growls.

“I was just about to guess that-! Ohh, I know you so well.” Hektor rolls his eyes. “Luckily for you, I have some wine that pairs perfectly with agitation, you just have to try it.” Slinging an arm across his shoulders, Deiphobus steers him towards his room and Hektor decides he could damn well use some wine right now.

Dei pours them both a cup once they reach his room. He sits, but Hektor stays on his feet as he takes a long, unceremonious draught before setting the wine aside, earning an amused snort.

“Do you think I would make a good king?”

Deiphobus cocks his head and he eyes him sharply. “Yeah,” he states like it’s obvious.

“Now?” Hektor clarifies demandingly. Dei furrows a brow, and Hektor can tell he doesn’t take his meaning. “Do you believe that as I am now?” he elaborates. “I’m not talking about when we were young, when I spent most all my time preparing to be king one day. For as anxious as I was about it then, even I ultimately believed I could be a good king. Maybe not great, but good.”

He juts his chin frustratedly to stretch the tight muscles of his neck. “That was a long time ago. Do you think the same holds true now?”

Deiphobus purses his lips in a thin, tight line, staring acutely at Hektor, watchfully. The piercing gaze is his only answer. Hektor waits as well for a minute. Then asks, “Do you think I’m a good warrior?”

Deiphobus blinks once. “Yes,” he replies.

“I think so too,” Hektor states. “Not just good, but great. And I’m beginning to fear what makes a great warrior, makes a bad king.”

-

Her fond attention weighs on him, not heavy but grounding. “You’re very pretty and I like you a lot. Anything after that would be redundant, really.”

Hektor turns his head and the clink of gold chimes in his ears and the cool touch of metal brushes his neck for a heartbeat. He tries to focus on the prickling in his fingers and the flutter of heart, he tries to glean something from his reaction, but it can’t hold his attention. Perhaps part of what’s stopped him from grasping the nature of his feelings is that the unfamiliar sensation of unfamiliar adornments keep him acutely alert and aware of himself. Their physical presence is demanding.

“How do you like them?” Andromache inquires. Hektor licks his lips and hesitates, unsure what he thinks. “How do you feel?” she offers instead.

“...Tense,” Hektor elects to answer. It’s not a condemnation, disparaging the experience. He doesn’t feel... uncomfortable, like he had before, like he expected to feel. Andromache’s company blunts the harshest sharp edge of his self loathing, though he is still tense.

“Well, that’s never all that uncommon for you,” she comments. That’s... true enough, really. Hektor is a bit prone to- oh, fine- extremely prone to tension and stress. He blames it on his raucous family, mostly.

He considers himself as objectively as possible. “Wearing these feels like I’ve been preened.” He picks the word as best he can. The finery feels like particular care has been doled onto him.

“Good, you deserve to feel pampered,” she declares heartily. The words catch Hektor off kilter. He takes in and releases a measured breath.

He wears the earrings for the better part of an hour until one snags his hair and he carefully removes them.

-

He exhales, then smiles softly and pecks another kiss to her skin. “You’ll want for nothing while you’re with child. I’ll give you anything and everything you ask.”

“Oh?” Andromache returns. When Hektor looks up and meets her eye, though muted by tiredness, he sees humor glinting there. “Do you mean to say that all this time before now, you’ve been willing to deprive me?”

Disguising the warmth running through his heart, Hektor sticks his nose up with a huff. “That’s such a harsh way to put it. I’ve always been willing to give you almost anything.” Andromache hums pointedly. “But yes, now that you’re pregnant, if you even go so far as to try to cheat again to suggest that the horses love you more than me...” He dramatically takes in and releases a deep, steadying breath. “I will let you.”

“Oh such noble sacrifices you’re willing to make for me now,” Andromache crows, rolling her eyes, “where did I find such a selfless husband?” She pokes the tip of his nose. “I have never once cheated to gain the horses’ favor- for your information- because I’ve never needed to. Every one of them loves me the most.”

Hektor pinches his expression and swallows like he’s forcing down something sour. Gazing at her, he bravely says, “Yes, of course they do, dear.”

Andromache snorts loudly and Hektor breaks with a wide grin. He snuggles up beside her and she drags up the blankets, shielding them from the chill. “I don’t think we can afford to stop competing over the horses. If they stop receiving their regular bribes, they’ll hate both of us.” Hektor hums in concession. “I fear that bodes ill for how spoiled our baby will be,” she muses.

Hektor tilts his head thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t think it’s cause for worry. I think the horses turned out great, and the gods know they’re all just big babies.”

Andromache’s shoulders shake with laughter. “You’re a fool!” she informs him.

Hektor gazes at her dark eyes, his mind swimming with warm fondness. “A happy one,” he declares, and Andromache shivers then pulls him into a kiss.

-

He feels like there’s nothing of him left. He has no avocations. He barely has any friends, at least any that aren’t his family too. Not that they mean less to him, but his family above all he feels obliged to, always he has put them above himself. They have needed him to. He can never truly separate that from any one of them, despite- because of- his endless love for them.

Of the rest... several already died. His companionship with Polydamas started fracturing early in the war. When Podes would implore that they drink together, he had to decline so many times he eventually stopped asking. Only Eniopeus and Helen really put up with him still. (She’s technically family too.)

If he could be detached, severed from his responsibilities, his family, his home, Hektor imagines he’d simply fade away, hollow and untethered on his own. Hektor can’t define himself outside of Troy. Brother. Leader. Protector. Trojan. Troy Troy Troy.

He doesn’t feel... bitter about losing those parts of himself, after all, they’re worth nothing in the face of what he can- what he needs to do for Troy. And yet, that does little to keep him from feeling empty and pained at their absence. It leaves him wounded and wanting even as he tells himself over and over that things are better this way, that the needs of his people deserve his time and strength over his trifling wants. Every last piece.

But Hektor’s only mortal and a mortal heart is selfish and fragile.

[veryimportantsparkles]

Warmup and cooldown doodles I did before and after shading the next page of Laserwing. I've had a page inked and uncolored for a while, I got trapped in virtual cat purgatory for a little too long. Anyways! Nova is my Gaia mule in addition to being an old OC. I had made him aged up art for his Gaia signature but otherwise haven't really worked out how this 'future' self works. I never went back and reworked his story, which didn't have an ending or a goal. Maybe someday I'll do it. There was a hot minute where I thought I could make all the nuclear elves into Bislari and roll them into the Laserwing universe, because that worked well for a lot of other OCs and story ideas. But I think no, their stupid world deserves to be its own thing. So it's on the backburner indefinitely.

[moodandmist]

✨✨WIP WEDNESDAY✨✨

*Imagine you're seeing a really fancy header up there 👆 like you all have...totally gonna get around to that someday*

Thank you so much for the tags my beautiful, amazing friends. @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @kherub @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @confused-bi-queer @takitalks @martsonmars @urban-sith @facewithoutheart @dragoneggo @ivelovedhimthroughworse

(MY LOVES, THIS IS A BOOK of a post and I'm sorry...but I only wrangle my brain well enough to post every 8th posting day it seems so...Anyway, don't feel obligated to engage if this is too long for you!! Seriously.)

Hi, I'm always so late on this stuff...It's midnight, my brain hurts. I just freaking love you all so much, I'm gonna be very honest... I'm beating my head into the ground trying to find a part of this to share...

I've been struggling with being able to get anything out the past month or 2...or ? and then this week I sat down and poured almost 6k into a new WIP very quickly...but looking over it, I mean...it's VERY first draft...it's feelings vomit, you know?

Also...do you make playlists for your fics? I always write to music and I'm *very* sensitive to the specific vibe of a song..so when I find a song for my playlist...it goes to a very specific area of the fic and then I can't listen to anything but that song when I'm writing/reworking that part...so cue me listening to the same sad ass feelings song on REPEAT for hours on end...days on end...um, weeks on end? 😂 I'm sure this is very healthy functioning.

I'm just not gonna overthink this (hahaha, too late) and share this part of this new wip. under the cut for length...and suggestive-ish content??

**here's your sad ass feelings song for this excerpt. Oh, man, I'm IN IT. **

I know normally we try not to give away too much plot, but life is short and I could use support trying to get this done before it all ends. 🙄 This is an AU at the moment, but anything can change. Have you ever heard that to not feel alone after heartbreak you should sleep in the middle of the bed...instead of having an empty side??

I'll tell ya, Baz worked hard to get himself to a place in life where he felt strong and self-sufficient. He'd built up a lot of walls, to keep safe (including sleeping in the middle of the bed, no falling in love), to not be vulnerable again in a way that really decimated him when he was younger. Baz is visiting his family in the countryside...ENTER SIMON...who is slowly obliterating all of Baz's self preservation and Baz freaks the hell out and runs away basically, back to his home in London...memories follow him.

*******

BAZ

When I get in, I put the kettle on, looking out the window over the city. 

London is home—this is home—where I belong. I have a life…

I walk through to the bedroom and drop my bags. All is quiet. Empty. Cold.

I stand at the foot of the bed—hands in my pockets—taking in the sight of the taut sheets, the single stack of pillows in the middle…

“This can be my side.”

“What?”

“This is my side, yeah?”

“That’s not your side, there are no sides….this is a single person's bed. There’s just the middle. My bed. My middle.”

“All right,” he pulled me down to the bed.

“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” He made me laugh in spite of myself.

“Come on, we can both fit in the middle, look,” his limbs flung over me.

“You’re an absolute nightmare. You’re never invited here again.”

“Gonna feel awfully empty without me here.”

“By empty do you mean comfortable? Do you mean reasonably sized for a grown man who is accustomed to sleeping alone? In his bed. Meant for one.”

“I mean, Baz,” he hovered over me on all fours, “awfully empty,” he kissed my neck—

“As in, awfully,” —my chest,  

“bloody” —my ribs, 

“boring”—into the crease of my hip. His eyes found mine for a moment. 

My hands moved through his hair until my breath fell from parted lips, body arching at his touch. His endless warmth.

So utterly empty.

*****

Jesus, I kind of hope no one actually read all this...I should go to bed.

who can I possibly assault with this nonsense who hasn't posted yet? @aristocratic-otter Pati gets that late-night posting too 😆 @frjsti @creepyspice @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @gekkoinapeartree @mrskrementz ?? Engage or don't , see ya next time?

I don't know. Let's sleep on it. Maybe it will all make more sense tomorrow.

[random-writerings]

Hi, I’ve been sent by the OC Creator Bingo!

Listen, I got unreasonably excited when I saw Narnia on your masterlist. So, do you have any Narnia ocs and if so tell me everything about them!!

-@heresthefanfiction

Hi Bingo friend! This ask is so perfectly timed it's spooky. I was just chatting with someone the other day about how rare Narnia OCs are. And I also get unreasonably excited when I see Narnia on someone's masterlist! :)

I do have an old Narnia OC that I've been reworking recently. I might be rambling on a bit so I'll put the details under the cut.

She doesn't have a name yet but she's a nymph who falls in love with Edmund during the Golden Age (and of course becomes best friends with his siblings). After they disappear, she never gives up hope that they'll come back.

When the Telmarines invade Narnia, she leads the Narnian army against them. Eventually her tree (which her life/magic is connected to) is cut down by the Telmarines and she's weakened. She dies in battle, killed by one of Caspian’s ancestors. When she reaches Aslan’s Country, she asks him if the Pevensies will ever return. He promises her they will someday. She decides that it's her duty to protect Narnia until they return and she asks him to send her back to Narnia. He warns her it'll be a long time until they come back but she's willing to wait (she never got to properly say goodbye after all). Aslan then connects her life/magic to Narnia itself (rather than one specific tree) and grants her an extended life. She becomes sort of a myth among Narnians because no one except Aslan has ever been resurrected. She continues to protect Narnia as best she can but by the time the Pevensies return, Narnia is dying and she's weak. Obviously she grows stronger once Aslan returns and she is relieved of the burden of ruling the kingdom when Caspian becomes King of Narnia (but she has to stick around to make sure he does a good job).

The details of PC and VOTDT are a bit fuzzy. I vaguely remember an idea that my OC was captured by Miraz after the attack on the castle and then brought to the Stone Table because he wanted her to watch her people die or something. I also had an idea that she would leave Narnia with Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace at the end of VOTDT but I'm not sure if I'll keep that. Like I said, this is an old OC and I didn't write any of my ideas down so I'm trying to remember stuff as well as rework other stuff, so sorry if this is a bit vague. :)

Also, your Narnia OC Emmeline sounds awesome! I can't wait to read her story. :)

[sunshinemarauder]

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3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

this is hard!! but I think I'll have to go with these lines from never quite awake ch 1:

Endings are nothing unfamiliar to Lily Evans; she’s seen the ends of sisterhood, of friendship, of innocence, all from miles away. But this is an end unlike any other. An end that was never supposed to happen.

He walks away. She doesn’t stop him.

12. favorite character to write about this year

obviously i'm big on jily (... in case y'all haven't noticed...) but i wrote some new characters for the first time this year that i really loved getting into the mind of!

my favorite is probably my version of parvati patil from my parvender fic (it will be shared someday... hopefully 2023). i love getting to write from the perspective of a fellow indian sapphic (lesbian?) and exploring a rare pair that lived during a time period that i, as a primarily jily writer, don't often delve into (second wizarding war, hogwarts occupation, etc).

18. current number of wips

ha. HA. are we counting stuff i've already posted and haven't finished (b/c that's 4), or what I'm writing and haven't shared yet but at one point i wanted to... and now i probably won't (lost track), or things that I'm writing and do plan to share? because the number will greatly vary. there are a lot of things that I've started and don't see myself finishing, but of the works i actually do want to finish in the near future:

never quite awake

killing me slow, out the window (<333 sel)

tears are for the brave

toute la nuit (bleur)

st. john's wort (hopefully!! it needs a lot of reworking, though)

i want you to want me (low priority but i just reread it today and went ... huh maybe)

head students (unnamed) perhaps?

and here are a list of the fic i might not finish / post for various reasons:

the old shakespeare (maybe i will just because it's already posted on ao3... but i will need a stroke of inspiration for that to happen)

enchanting to meet you (this one sits untouched and fully completed to this day lol. now that i reread it, it's not that bad but the premise just is a little bland. it does have the steamiest kiss I've ever written though)

haunt and ruin (Halloween fic i started in july 2021)

keep your eyes open (i had lofty plans for this one rip)

send me a fanfic end of the year ask!

[yeenybeanies]

1, 2, 14, 19 for Mr. Samson if he's still around! He's a whole ass mood. 👌

interview my characters

*sidenote! while rosales is still around & a beloved character of mine, all of the writing i've done for him so far is no longer canon to his story! i'm slowly but surely working out how to remake him & his story into a setting of my own. someday i'll probably rewrite what i have published currently, but there's still a lot of reworking to be done --w-- these answers might not be entirely canon to him as a result. also, he does still have amnesia.

1. Please state your full name and occupation.

"My name is Samson Giang Rosales. I am, uh... I don't... really have an occupation. I used to be trapped inside a suit of armor and walked around like a living puppet. Now... I'm just trying to survive, trying to be left alone while I slowly remember who I was before..." he waved a hand, gesturing to himself, "before this."

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

"I don't... I don't know anything. Very little about back when I was human. I occasionally dream about stuff that I think is my past, but I can't be sure. Most of the memories of any dreams slip away when I wake up.

"I don't know how old I am. Don't know where I'm from. I do know that I speak English and Spanish––found out about the Spanish recently.

"I know that... whatever was done to me made me this giant... thing. I can apparently turn invisible. I feel like there's more I can do, too, but I almost don't want to find out."

14. Where are you happiest?

Rosales snorts. "I have yet to find a place, literal or metaphorical, where I am happy. The closest I got, I think, was when we found a river. I could actually get a decent drink, and could kinda bathe."

19. Describe an average day in your life.

"Ricky and I spend most of the day––the hottest part of the day––hiding in whatever shade we can find. This is usually when I take a nap to pass the time. Not much else I can do, and Ricky will talk my ear off otherwise.

"Once the sun starts to set, we start to move. We don't like staying in the same spot for very long, so we keep moving, avoiding bandits, monsters, and mechs as best we can. We look for stuff we need––food, water, shelter materials––where we can. I'm not really sure where we're going. I don't have anywhere to go. Ricky doesn't either.

"Most of the time, we keep moving throughout the night, usually until dawn, and then we start looking for more shelter. Truth be told, our days are pretty boring. Most of it is spent walking, or hiding."

[phoxphyre]

valour vanity and vampires 👀

Thanks for the ask!

VVV is a Snowbaz adaptation of Pride & Prejudice with magic that I spent most of 2020 writing. I spent most of the early pandemic gleefully pillaging bits of every Austen adaptation I could get my hands on. I'm still not sure it was actually good, but it sure was fun!

Simon is Elizabeth; after a tragic past he's been adopted and raised by the Bunces. Baz is Darcy, Shep is Bingley, Agatha is Caroline Bingley, Fiona is Lady Catherine, Lamb is Wickham. There's an entire vampire mystery and a subplot about Simon's sword that I definitely need to rewrite post-AWTWB.

I made it to something like 115K, got stuck on the denouement, and put it aside. I keep having ideas for it, though, so I may circle back to it someday, though I suspect I need to rework big swaths of it.

Even if I never finish it, though, I'll always be grateful that it made me watch every TV & film project set in the Regency in about the last 30 years.

Just for fun, here's a snippet of the Mr. Darcy goes swimming in the lake scene (stolen from the 1995 adaptation):

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His hair was damp, falling about his eyes in tendrils that reminded Simon forcibly of that day in the rain. Carrying his coat and waistcoat over one arm, he came toward them clad in nothing more than a soaked pair of pale breeches and a white shirt. 

Simon closed his eyes. But when he opened them again, Mr. Pitch was still there. 

His white shirt clung to his narrow chest and outlined his collarbones and the muscles of his abdomen. Beautiful, Simon thought again, in spite of himself. 

And then, in indignation: was this a cruel joke? Was he to be forced to confront a wet Mr. Pitch again and again, like the Greek fellow who had to push the rock up the hill? 

“Mr…Pitch,” he said, in horror, and Mr. Pitch’s eyes snapped up to his.

~~~~~

And a bit of the Proposal In the Rain sequence, likewise stolen from the 2005 movie:

He was as wet as Simon, his hair plastered to his skull. Water ran from the ends of his hair and tracked down his cheekbones like tears. 

“Simon,” Mr. Pitch said. Through his anger Simon saw that his eyes were the color of the pond. The storm washed everything about him grey-green; he might have been the statue of an angel carved from the same rock as the columns.

 “I—” he said. And then he took two steps forward, pressing Simon back into the stone of the wall, and crushed Simon’s lips against his. 

For a moment Simon was frozen, too surprised to resist. He felt the cold stone against his hips, the cold rain running between their two faces. Against his will his hand came up and wound itself into the hair at the back of Mr. Pitch’s neck. Somehow he had already known how it would feel, soft as down under the pads of his fingers. His mouth opened; Mr. Pitch’s lips were gentle on his, even as his body pushed Simon’s into the stone. Simon could feel him down the whole length of his body, warm where he blocked Simon from the rain. 

Then Simon’s hands came up; he placed both palms against Mr. Pitch’s shoulders and pushed him away, hard. 

[thevioletcaptain]

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Yee and ALSO haw!!! You know, for someone who loves cowboys as much as I do, I haven't actually written a whole lot of cowboy-related fic. That said, I have been poking at a rewrite of Wanted, one of the earliest fics I posted on Ao3 way back in 2012. I've always liked the concept (Cas using Dean's cowboy obsession to clumsily seduce him) but the execution is about as hamfisted as Cas' flirting.

So here's an excerpt from the second chapter that I've been rewriting. Hopefully I'll be done with it soon--I just have to finish reworking the final chapter and then do a quick readthrough/edit, so it's just a matter of setting aside the time to work on it.

A year ago, if someone had told Dean that someday he’d be in a bad mood because he hadn’t heard from his best friend in a while, he’d have laughed in their face. For one thing, the entire concept of him having a friend at all is kind of a joke. The last few times he’s attempted to have anything approaching even the most casual friendship it’s ended in blood or tears or both. For another, he’s become so used to accepting that it’s not remotely in the cards for him that sometime in his early twenties he just stopped letting himself get attached to anyone in the first place. So the idea that he’d not only lower his defenses enough to make a friend, but that he’d also let himself become so reliant on that friend's presence that he’d actually miss them when they weren’t around? Laughable. ..and yet. It’s been almost three weeks since his impromptu spaghetti western movie night with Cas, and he hasn’t seen him since. Hasn’t heard from him, either. And yeah, Dean could pray or call and Cas would probably show up looking all windswept and frowny like he always does, but that's not the point. No, the point is that Dean knows for a fact that the guy doesn’t have anything better to do right now. His "services aren’t required in Heaven at present" after all. So he's just... gone. For no reason. Off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what while Dean worries that something has gone wrong, or that Cas just... doesn't want to hang out with him. That maybe, despite the fact that Dean has come to consider him the best friend he's ever had, Cas doesn't feel that way about him in return. That to Cas, he's still nothing more than a charge. A task. Something for him to handle. Whatever the reason, his complete lack of contact is getting on Dean’s last nerve. He’s pissed about it. (Really, he’s hurt, but admitting as much, even to himself, would open up an avenue of thought he’s not really sure he’s ready to walk along, so for now he’s gonna stick with the much more manageable anger that he’s used to.)

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[tamanone]

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fic asks pt 2:

4.) a story idea you haven’t written yet

oh my god i want to write a canon divergence au about youji/tiffone... where she survived and moved to japan and they started dating... they were so good together in the theatre of pain drama cd god i need them to fuck!!! i need them to be the hottest couple in 1990s tokyo!!!

5.) first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

from the high school au sktk wip:

Zura and Gintoki take one look at the note and proceed to show him one of the worst acting he’s ever seen in his life, with Zura sweating bullets and Gintoki barely able to hold in his laugh, and neither are meeting his eyes.

8.) if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

saudade. i've toyed with the idea before, lmao. it's from takasugi's pov, and opens with him freaking out the next morning bc his memory of the dinner was hazy. and then i think the culmination will be sktk having sex but takasugi is pretending to be aloof about it. like he wants to make a point that they're physically intimate but not emotionally. basically just him being petty.

...and yeah you know it's never gonna be written bc it's smutty and i can't write smut

11.) a WIP you’d like to finish someday

(looks away in shame) disposition alone..........

17.) talk about your writing and editing process

my writing process is very disorganized lmaooo. i don't do outlines, i mostly just try to keep track of what scenes i want to be in it and write whichever section my brain feels like writing. eventually once the core scenes are written down i do the scenes that connects them with one another.

i also don't do first draft second draft etc. what's already written IS what's gonna be posted, i just give it a few read to try and catch any typos. at most i'll rework a line because i feel like it's too clunky or doesn't fit the character voice enough.

19.) the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

probably researching the kochi prefecture to write aqua terrarium. i'm now enamored with this place that i've never even been to. the watatsumi shrine at the katsurahama beach lives in my mind rent free.

25.) besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

unfortunately all my other hobbies are media consumption. i just watch anime & read mangas all day.........

30.) share a fic you’re especially proud of

to live with yourself!! like my character voice for nie mingjue... capturing the dynamic of the nie brothers... the ambiguous ending... oh she's my favorite child lowkey lmaooo

and of course this scene:

“It would be so easy for you to kill me right now.” “I’m not going to kill you.” “Because I’m no longer a threat to your pursuit of power?”

like i can't believe i wrote that!! she truly is that bitch

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Rework! Day 3!

//This one is a personal project of mine that I feel like I'll end up returning to someday. This character is from a story I'm writing and I think this might be a better design for him than what I was thinking up back then. In an effort to keep his story more to myself, I'm also gonna be vague on this, but anyone who's curious is free to ask me about it!

Meet Zophim!

Zophim is the main-character/protag of a story I was making back when I was in HS. Along with the current email I use as my main, he's something near and dear to my heart. His story is something I would actually consider using for a manga or anime if I could. I don't know if I ever would roleplay him, unlike the others you've seen here, but I think his world and his story could be fun to see explored.

The little bit I will say about him is this. He's a hero and he is trying to stop the doom he's seen.