#maybe one day I’ll redo that piece

[underkunimi]

guys have some cuddles. i don’t like this piece for some reason so i never actually finished but i figured i’d post it anyway since it’s my very first lawlu pieces

[diremoone]

layers | geto/gojo.

— short story

you’re their favorite kouhai, everyone at tokyo and kyoto knows this. they also know that if anyone or anything were to touch or harm you in any way, they would feel the wrath of the most powerful duo. and one day, someone is dumb and foolish enough to do exactly that.

note(s): this isn’t a full complete drabble with a complete ending, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed writing. flop or no flop, this was a fun piece to write :D But tbh I’m thinking about deleting it and redoing it, or adding more. or maybe a part two lmao??

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Trees were nothing but a blur of green to your vision. The car was going fast, way too fast for you to make out anything but the simple colors blue and green.

You blinked several times, shaking your head to keep yourself from dozing off. You were tired, so very very tired from such a long and exhausting two days of being on a First Grade mission that turned out to be a bigger issue and much more than it was worth.

They should’ve sent backup with me…

You leaned your head against the back of the backseat. You closed your eyes for just a moment, then opened them again for just a few seconds. The process was rinse and repeat; the only way to keep yourself awake.

Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Don’t… Just… don’t…

“Hang on, Miss [Last Name]!” frantically spoke the driver. He was probably looking in the rear view mirror, seeing you laying back on the seat with your eyes opening and closing. More so of the latter.

You heard the sound of a dial, then the voice of your driver hurriedly speaking into it. Problem was, you couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. It was all so… incoherent. Funny enough, it sounded like you were underwater.

Your head lolled to the side again, eyes half open with nothing but the same blur of green outside the window. Your hand was still over the wound, covering it with as much pressure as possible until you got to the school.

Unless you passed out first.

You could only imagine your upperclassmen holding this over your head as a joke for the rest of your life.

If you got to a medic in time, that is.

——————————

Everything had been fine. Just fine.

Great, in fact, he muses.

Him and Geto had been getting some ice cream to satisfy his sweet tooth, while Shoko complained that he was eating too much while munching away on her own ice cream like a damn hypocrite.

“What should we do now?” Shoko questioned.

“Might as well head back to the school,” Suguru suggested. “It is getting late and—”

“You’re no fun!!” Satoru complained. “Why are you so by the book?”

The black-haired male gives his childish friend a look of both amusement and exasperation. Of course Satoru was going to be like this. It was in his nature to be as anti-rules as possible. Especially if it meant pissing off the higher-ups.

“Alright, we’ll go—”

Shoko holds up a pointer finger to halt the conversation. “Aha, hold up guys. Sensei’s calling.”

“Maaaan! What now?” Satoru whines.

Just as the white-haired male goes to complain some more, he realizes Suguru’s expression changes. And that he’s not looking at him anymore — that he’s looking at Shoko now. So Satoru does the same, and now he sees his brunette friend’s face sheet white, eyes growing red like she’s about to start crying.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be there.”

She clicks the phone off and looks to Geto, the whites of her eyes beginning to become red.

“Shoko?”

“We need to get back to the school. [Name]-chan’s hurt.”

The two males freeze, eyes going wider than saucers. But that reaction doesn’t last but two seconds, and Suguru’s pulling out his fastest Cursed Spirit he’s got and finishing the rest of the route back to school on it with his friends.

He and Satoru turn to look at one another, and Suguru knew his heart was the only one beating wildly in nothing but terror.

The three of them watched as the car pulled up; they landed as soon as the driver got out of the car.

Satoru’s and Suguru’s breaths hitched the second they landed beside the car.

Anger. Rage. Was there even a word to describe how they felt?

The red of your blood became the red of their rage — the red being the only color that they could see.

“Shoko, can—”

Her hand is already placed on your left side, her Reverse Cursed Energy pumping through your body. But the damage was done.

Your head rolled to the back of the seat, right hand limp on your stomach and left hand open, hanging loosely over the edge of the seat. Blood covered your palms, all the way up the inside of your forearms and up to the crook of your elbow.

And how pale your skin was. Was anyone supposed to be that shade of skin color? Of course it wasn’t. They knew that already. You weren’t supposed to ever be this way. Their adorable kouhai that was just too sweet and too nice for the world they lived in was never supposed to end up like this: sickly pale, blood pouring from the wound in your stomach and knocking on death’s door.

Shoko finishes healing you after what seems like forever. In reality, it’s only just a few minutes. But in those few minutes, both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru come to a full understanding of something: they realize that you mean a lot more to them than just being their cute little kouhai. They can’t imagine you living in a world without you in it. Every thought of you not being there didn’t settle with them. They hated it. They weren’t able to envision coming to school without you passing by them in the halls. Seeing a world where they visited your headstone was unacceptable.

So many thoughts, so much anger, all accumulated within a matter of minutes that drives a permanent mark into their hearts and minds: that a world without you in it is not worth living in, and they love you too much to see anything else bad happen to you.

Suddenly, Yaga Sensei appears before them. Shoko moves out of the way so he can grab you, haul you into his arms and carry you to the infirmary where they have painkillers and other medicine. Shoko follows him, but Satoru and Suguru remain behind.

“Suguru?”

“Hm?”

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“That we need to kill someone?”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend.”

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Taglist: @vagabond-umlaut • @torusbabygoat

not the gojo x student reader you guys wanted ik ik but I wanted y’all to read this anyway so sue me 😭😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

The silver-haired man bends over your engine. His name is Bucky as you guessed from Thor’s booming yawls for him. You sit on the front porch, next to the pizza on the bench, and chew your lip anxiously. All four men loom around your deceased vehicle, mulling grimly over the ruins. 

Karl seemed okay about the catastrophe. Emmanuel was looking to pick up some hours and there are enough orders that he didn’t need to worry about breaking even. You thanked him before you hung up, still numb and in disbelief. It’s not just a car, it’s your livelihood. More than just your job, it’s your escape from a house that’s never been much of a home. 

You try not to let the despair drown you but can’t help it. For all your optimism, this is just too much, the final straw. If you can’t drive, you can’t work, and you can’t get money, and you can’t hand over most of your check to get your parents off your back. You are effed. 

Before you can hang your head, Thor catches your eye. He waves and bounds over as if only then remembering you. He comes up the steps and leans against the porch railing across from you. 

“Gonna be alright,” he says and he crosses his arms, “Bucky says it might take a little but he can redo the whole thing.” 

“Really?” You bat your lashes, looking up at the awning, “hm, maybe I should look into being a mechanic.” 

“Not quite,” he chuckles, “it’s more a hobby but he’s gotten me out of a few vehicular binds. I trust him.” 

“Oh, uh, well... guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you shrug and reach into your pocket, “can you take this back?” You hold out the folded bills, “maybe it can help with the cost--” 

“Ah, he owes me,” Thor winks, “keep it.” 

“I can’t--” 

“I’ve been holding onto this favour for nearly a decade, what better time to use it?” He grins. “Please, little one, you keep that money. It’s well-earned.” 

You give a bittersweet smile, your cheeks pinching with the underlying anxiety. You won’t argue about it. You really do need the money. You sigh and tuck it back into your pocket. 

“I’m sorry to ruin your night,” you murmur as you look at the men near your car. Bucky and another argue as they gesture to the car, the greying blond man standing back to watch without amusement. 

“Ah, no, they’re always like that,” he glances over his shoulder, “eh, what more could I ask?” He stands and drops his arms, moving to sit on the other end of the bench. He flips up the lid of the top pizza box, “than to eat with a pretty girl.” 

Your cheeks tingle. He’s always a bit too cheesy. You scrunch your lips and shake your head. 

“Please, dig in,” he insists, “might as well. Otherwise, these old dogs with devour it all and be whining of heartburn in an hour.” 

You snort. You can’t say you’re not hungry. Driving around with the smell of chicken and pizza all night does tend to leave you ravenous and after the day you’ve had, well, you’re no stranger to comfort eating.  

“Just one slice,” you insist and reach to tear a piece off the pie. 

He hums contentedly as he takes one himself. He peers out at his buddies and rolls his eyes. The argument is turning heated though the silent third hardly seems fazed. It almost reminds you of Magni and his friends; people don’t grow up very much, do they? 

🍬

“It’s late,” Thor says as he leads you down the walk, “you can stay over and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” 

“Oh, but...” 

“Mm, I did have a beer or two, we’ll have to walk to mine,” he interjects, “apologies, little one, I didn’t foresee disaster.” 

“It’s... okay,” you assure him. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.” 

You turn onto the sidewalk beside him and slip your phone from your purse. Still no messages. You dim the screen with a sigh and put it away. 

“Something the matter?” Thor asks. 

“No, just... haven’t heard from Magni.” 

“Ah, I’m certain he’s home,” Thor insists, “you know how he is. Distracted with that bike he can’t seem to fix.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, I don’t think that thing’s ever gonna run again.” 

“I told him not to take it apart,” he tuts, “but does he ever listen?” 

“Oh, sorry, I...” 

“It isn’t your fault, no need for your apologies,” he says, “I only wish...” he exhales heavily, “maybe I could’ve done better. If I had, he’d treat you better too. I’m sorry you have to deal with such a spoiled brat. As selfishly as I’d like you to stick around, you could do better. Much better.” 

You mull his words in silence, “yeah, I... he’s... not... he just needs time.” 

You’re not sure you believe that. He hasn’t changed in the year you’ve been together. You’ve known him even longer than that and you can’t say he’d matured past his high school antics much.

Even his brother, Modi, outgrew all that. You always asked why he didn’t think about moving in with him, getting a bit of space. He just didn’t want to be troubled with the effort of it all. Just like most things. 

“It isn’t my place,” Thor raises his hands, “sorry. It is only... my thoughts come faster than I can stop them.” 

“Yeah... I...” you drag your feet. He’s just saying everything you’ve been denying. “I don’t know.” 

You walk along, staring ahead, overly aware of his looming presence. He rubs his neck and clears his throat, “anyhow, I was curious, fall will be here soon, were you still looking to go to school?” 

“Oh, uh... well,” you scoff, “my car... don’t have that much save yet and... I mean, you don’t have to do everything on the same schedule as everyone else, right?” 

Another point of denial. Another thing you’re running away from to look on the bright side instead. You sniff and shrug. 

“Not this year.” Probably not next year, either. You’re already a year behind, so what does it matter? 

“Ah, so now that Magni’s done his gap year, you’ll be okay?” 

“Okay?” You wonder. 

“With him going away for so long. I suppose you’ll just go up and visit, eh? We could make a road trip of it, if you like.” 

“Away?” Your heart plummets and you stop short, just at the corner of his street, “Mr. Odin—Thor? I thought he was going local.” 

He turns to you and inhales, chest rising and falling as he clamps his lips guiltily, “oof, I’ve done it again. Said too much.” 

“What-- when was he going to tell me?” You croak. Don’t cry. Don’t. That’s just pathetic. 

“I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t mean--” 

“You’re sorry? He didn’t even tell me,” you mope, “I...” 

You spin on your heel and storm ahead of him. You’re filled with hurt and anger. Whatever. If Magni doesn’t want to answer your texts, fine, he can sulk and be a child, but what was he going to do? Just pack up and leave you without a word? 

You sense Thor behind you, trailing after. He’s tall enough he could easily catch you but he’s holding back. You don’t care. He can’t stop you. 

You stomp up the front stairs of his house. The porch light shines yellow and the windows are lit up. You forget all pretense as you enter his home, leaving the door open. Magni’s metal music blasts from his bedroom. You barrel down the hall and burst through his door. 

You skid to a halt, at first, not understanding what you’ve walked in on. You lean back on your heel as the breath rushes from you and leaves you deflated. Your ears buzz and your eyes tinge. They don’t even notice you as you stand there gaping. Magni and Sheena, his ex, lay on his bed, tangled in each other, sucking each other’s faces like they’re on life support. 

You back out and whimper. You collide with Thor as he comes up behind you. He growls as he looks over you easily and witnesses your horror within. You push back against him and veer away. 

“Little one,” he calls after you as you flee, his hand slipping down your arm before he can get a hold of you. 

You’re already bawling, heaving and gasping for air. You’re so stupid. You can’t believe you put up with all Magni’s bullshit. No, you can’t believe you let yourself be so blind. Good things don’t just happen because you want them to. You should know that by now. 

[frenzyarts]

Hihihi frenzy from frenzy-arts, have you ever considered putting some of your older pieces on your etsy? Im asking bc there is one art of yours (the "inspired by songs" white light piece!) that altered my brain chemistry forever and i would love to own it as a print, sticker, or any various other form of merchandise :'D

I dont mean this to pressure you or anything i was just curious if this is a possibility!!! Have a lovely day 💚

Thank you!! I’m so glad you like it! I’ll post it again here for reference. I’ve actually thought about redoing it 🤔 the only reason I’ve never made it as merch is because I don’t know if people would want it, and it costs a lot if I make something and it doesn’t sell. That being said, I’m planning to get a sticker maker, so I could definitely turn it into a sticker. Maybe a print too, if the printer I get produces something good quality!

Actually you know what, poll time:

The poll won’t necessarily decide what I’ll do, just looking for insight

[just-a-madrigal]

We are not besties. We are ‘worsties’.

The Deadly Device

Nancy Drew Embroideries

This is hands down my favorite Nancy Drew game. I’ve always loved science, and been interested in research and learning how things work, and this game made the job of a scientist look so romantic and wonderful that I absolutely credit it with influencing my career. I used to work in a lab and on days when I was particularly uninspired I’d put on this game’s soundtrack to channel that motivation. I became fascinated with Nikola Tesla because of this game, he was truly one of the most intelligent and kind people history has known. So I’ve had the design for this piece in mind for a long time, and I was really excited to get into it. I made it hard for myself by making the piece so small, which made it hard to get all of the details right, but I was on vacation and wanted to pack light so I figured smaller would be more convenient. But someday I’d like to redo this piece on a larger scale!

This was the first (and remains the only) piece of media that I have been directly inspired to write fanfiction about. I wrote more about it that ended up being super long so it’s below the cut if anyone is interested! Overall, this was a great week :)

The story I’d write for these characters came so clearly to me; I’ve never been able to visualize something this way before. But I want to see a story about how Nico and Victor had once been lovers but Nico was too focused on his work and Victor was too capitalist-minded for them to maintain a relationship. But they did remain professional and kept respect for each other, Victor even continuing to invest in Nico’s work. But then Nico fell in love with Gray and they had a dynamic that worked because Gray was so devoted to Nico and the two of them were a team, using Gray’s considerable Physics background, but he had no interest in acclaim or the career of a scientist so Nico kept him close in the security position where they could spend evenings working together. But Victor saw this relationship blossom and became jealous and petty, and he allowed that to fester and his anger at seeing Nico be happy and loved by someone else eventually drove him to plot the murder. But he couldn’t allow himself to be so emotionally vulnerable, even going so far as to convince himself that his crime of passion was one motivated by his capitalist values and greed instead. Gray could see this happening and stayed close to protect Nico, doing what he could to protect their work and their relationship from Victor’s jealousy but knowing that Victor still had this financial power over them, essentially holding the pair hostage. When Victor finally did strike, Gray couldn’t save Nico, but he could save the evidence where he knew Victor couldn’t destroy it. He sent the security tape file to Nico’s secret computer before Victor could come in and edit it, which he knew would happen because of course Victor would cover his tracks. He had to do right by Nico and bring Victor to justice. That’s why he didn’t trust Nancy- he suspected (correctly) that she had been brought in by Victor to find that last piece of evidence and destroy it so that Victor could maintain his innocence. He couldn’t trust that Nancy would do the right thing. Gray was coming into the secret lab at the end of the game because he knew Nancy was trying to obtain it- but he thought she was going to destroy it for Victor. But as we know, Nancy gets Victor brought to justice, and so Gray can have a sense of closure, although still mourning his lost love.

So my reading of the game was very romantic, and made me enjoy it all the more!! Did anyone else read it similarly?? I believe I saw a post going around talking about the lack of details for the ending of the game, so this would be my explanation haha. Maybe someday I’ll actually flesh this out into a real story, it’s been sitting with me for literal years!! I’d love to hear if anyone else had a similar reading.

[illmoraineakoi]

I’M DOOOOOOONE!!!!!!

(That’s a 4 foot table btw, to give a sense of scale.)

I made accidental duplicate sides of Fancy Swoop Left Back and Fancy Swoop Right Front, as well as both sides of Broken Horn Right and a Weird Flare Back instead of a WF Front. I missed one side of Sibling Quadhorn 1 and Inward Curl, so including the WF Front I needed too, I only needed to go back to make 3 more pieces after I cut everything out.

Not bad!

All these pieces was done with just 3 yards; I had estimated I needed 4. Saving that full yard feels good, that gives me a bit more wiggle room for the cloak yardage estimation.

(I might go back to the cloak pattern and redo it again. Not sure I like it. Or maybe I’ll make one with the white minky in the full process I want to do, to see how it turns out…)

Anyway, it feels good that now I can just grab a horn pile and get to sewing while sitting on my ass in my nice comfy chair lmao. My back’s been chewing me out for the past few days.

[amigac0debasic13]

Maybe one day I’ll avtuallly post my art to this account. Oh wait I have art to post nevermind guys HAHAHA, here’s a super simple piece I haven’t fully rendered because I don’t want to . Bottom legs are janky but it’s ok because I’m not redoing them because I’m a little bitch and it’s TOO LATE (will probably redo them later)

Tagged ninjago because this dragon is MY NINJAGO DRAGON FROM NINJAGO THAT I MADE UP LIKE 3 DAYS AGO. I love it and he is transgender.

Timelapse below the cut, there’s a lot more to this piece as is shown but it’s mostly in-character writing for another oc I have and itty bitty doodles cause I’m CRAXY,

the excess is cut out because I hate seeing myself fail at writing correctly. I’ll maybe post the Timelapse for the speculative human version that the fucking nerd who drew this in canon made

[ckerouac]

It’s been a goddamn week™️

Honestly it’s been a goddamn three weeks.

It’s appeal season so I’ve been working on this goddamn mailing for a month, but didn’t build in time for the comms director to absolutely HATE everything I’d set up. So I had to start from scratch last Monday. Which then I had to drop that on Wed to take my mother for surgery but can we do it in town? Nooo, it needs a specialist so we have to go 2 hours away so I take her while my brother stays home with my dad. Working on a new concept while my mom is in surgery and recovering in between making sure she’s taking her meds.

Finally get her back home Fri and I stay until Sun night. Go back to my home for 36 hours while my brother stays because I have a full day workshop cause we’re switching CRMs and I’m part of that process (while redoing this appeal while I’m on the zoom call). Find out that the USPS can’t find our new lockbox in their system aka where all this money I’m raising is supposed to be mailed so add in yelling at the Bank and the Postal Service to WORK IT OUT because I need this settled before the mailing goes out.

Back to the parents on Tuesday morning. New version of creative. Comms hates it less, still not great. The office in London doesn’t want to share their diagrams (we’re the same goddamn org, give me the art files). It’s already into Nov and this is going to land around Thanksgiving which is LESS THAN IDEAL. Third version of a letter. Second database workshop. Now Dad needs to go get bloodwork so I take him, another few hours out of the afternoon.

Wednesday my laptop decides that it no longer recognizes the concept of WiFi, so I’m in a corner of my parents house on the floor plugged into the router until my IT guy has space in his schedule to figure out what happened. Fourth version of the letter, replacing 50% of what was in there yesterday. IT cancels on me. Blows off my 6:30am meeting because I haven’t slept in a week at the UK staff can’t be arsed to schedule this during our overlapping working hours because ‘it just works better for us at this time’. It’s a nonessential meeting I’ve been given permission to skip for the next two months. Get yelled at. Dad has a doctors appt but at least Mom is feeling better. Another couple hours in the afternoon at that appt. I’m late to the second IT meeting cause Dad has to fucking socialize, then he gets grumpy I don’t have time to get him food well WE HAVE FOOD AT HOME cause I did the grocery shopping last night.

Get verbally slapped down by my boss because of course. Finally have approved pieces, but the mailing list just came in so I’m doing that this weekend because of course I am.

I’ve had stress dreams every night - but like stupid ones that I’m aware of while they’re happening but have big ‘well this might as well happen’ energy during the five hours I’ve been able to sleep.

The thread I’m hanging on by right now is really fucking thin. But maybe maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight?

If not this may be my villain origin moment.

[mi4011shizashaiyan]

A LITTLE RANT

Through endless days and sleepless nights, I’ve finally gotten done with my animation.

This was the first time I had started out with anything digital, and to familiarize with it, took some time.

Additionally, getting used to the softwares were not a piece of cake, especially Premiere Pro than Krita.

I would say that the past few weeks have been one of the most hectic weeks of my life.

Just exactly before the start of the work for my animation after Stage 2, I had got the lasik treatment done. So to say that working around it was difficult, is an understatement, I’m pretty sure I worked with half blurry eyes throughout most part of my animation.

Since it was a very recent treatment, it was not the easiest to avoid devices for a few days, wear shades for a little longer than that, deal with blurry eyes and having to endure everything despite some of my peers getting started with their work for the final submission.

Moreover, coming up a narrative was one of the challenging parts of the whole process for me. I had to change my narrative countless of times and so I did with constant feedback.

Also, I took way too long to line draw my animation. I have a very huge perfectionist tendency, a very unhealthy amount, to the point where I would undo and redo every light stroke that had even the slightest bit of wonky-ness.

The process of coloring was mostly okay and was comparatively easier than the line animation, although I did have a huge breakdown, because I was overwhelmed with everything. It worried my parents to the point that they thought something was really wrong with my life, especially my dad, mostly because I did not reply to their questions asking me why I broke down all of a sudden. Plus, I think my gran thought I was sobbing because I was hungry but anyway, that was that.

I’m proud to say I only had a major breakdown once, maybe two more small breakdowns, but that is all. Which is a pretty small amount for me. Sue me, I’m sensitive.

Lastly, I’m relieved I got everything done in time. The past 3 weeks have been the longest weeks of my life and the month of May has also been an overwhelming ride.

I think I won’t end my rant, if I don’t stop now. So I’ll stop.

Thank you for reading.

X, Shiza!

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

a fanfic writer questionnaire that you should absolutely do

Filling out my own questionnaire :) For funsies.

THE BASICS

Name(s): Lurkinglurkerwholurks

Where do you post fic? AO3, with Tumblr crossposting

Primary/current fic writing fandom: BatFam

Secondary/past/rotating fic writing fandoms: MCU (3 fics) with secondary tags on the BatFam posts to Stranger Things, Tenet, and Queen’s Thief.

Are there fandoms you write for but don’t read, or vice versa? I don’t read any of those secondary tags. I don’t write but very selectively read Star Wars, Star Trek, and FMA. (I used to read TAZ but don’t anymore.)

THE STATS

How long have you been writing fics? Since March 2018. I posted my first fic that April.

How many have you written? 91 (holy cow)

How many have you posted (complete or incomplete)? 91. One of those is incomplete and one is in progress. I have fragments of a couple more, but not enough to even count as half fics.

What’s your word count by year? Not totally sure because my two big fics stretched across multiple years. According to AO3:

2018 - 83,394

2019 - 102,244

2020 - 164,370

2021 - 114,915

2022 - 79,981 (so far)

But with the understanding that Nature and Nurture (109,065) started in 2018 and ended in 2020 and The Return (52,589) started in 2020 and ended in 2021.

What was your first posted fic? Mother Bruce and His Baby Birds

If you write in more than one fandom, which is your most popular? BatFam. By far.

What is your most popular fic by bookmark? The Return. 2,496.

What is your most popular fic by subscription? Also The Return, lol. 1,171

What is your longest fic? Nature and Nurture. Word count listed above.

How long did it take you to write it? Published dates are from 5/3/2018, to 3/5/2020. SYMMETRY. I can’t remember how long that first chapter took me to write, though, and I had the last chapter written at least a week before I posted it.

What is your shortest fic? Choose - Lose. 699 words.

How long did it take you to write it? Less than a day. Maybe less than an hour, even. I kind of went into a writerly fugue state and banged it out.

How many series do you have? 14. That is so many.

Who’s your most commonly tagged character? Bruce Wayne (66)

What’s your most commonly tagged relationship (slash or &)? “Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne” and “Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne” are both tied at 16. I... don’t think I have any /.

What’s your most commonly used other tag? Whump (26). Thanks, Whumptober.

THE EMOTIONS

Was there a fic or writer who inspired you to start writing your own posted works? @audreycritter​ and @unpretty​. Unpretty intrigued me with a Batman I didn’t hate. Audrey reeled me in with CEC. But also @starknjarvis27​ because I wanted to surprise her.

What do you remember about writing your first posted fic? Nerves. So many nerves.

Is there a fic or fics you’re most proud of, and why? I answered that here and the full answer is way too long!

Is there a fic you would redo completely if you could? Mother Bruce. Not because I don’t like it (I do! very much!) but because it was my first fic ever. I’m a better writer now, for one, and also while I think that BatFam is a nice BatFam, it may not necessarily be my BatFam, you know?

Is there a specific detail (setting, interaction, quirk, dialogue) you stole from your own life to use in a fic? Oh gosh, so many. I steal little bits and pieces from people I know all the time, because those tend to be the things that give the fictional people I write about texture. “How did you ever think to make up ____.” Eh, if it’s a small things, odds are I didn’t. I can’t come up with an example right now, but when I do, I’ll ETA.

Is there a line in your fic that makes you smile/snicker/chuckle every time you remember it? I give most of my best lines to Jason, but Tim’s breeziness never fails to delight me. “His therapist would call that a red flag, but que sera sera, YOLO, and so forth” is a classic. Also Bruce’s flummoxed “Did you just try to batarang me… with me?”

Is there a line in your fic that makes you sad every time you remember it? lollllllllll. Well. I have 6 works tagged “I Made Myself Cry,” so. But Damian’s I’m sorry I was difficult. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to be a good son. I’m sorry I was such an awful brother. I’m sorry I made you so angry. Please don’t be sad for too long. Please don’t forget about me. still hits hard.

Are there any story ideas you’ve considered but are too nervous/intimidated to attempt? What are they? Yes. No spoilers, but one of these days I’m going to recreate a specific scene from a specific non-DC show that has stuck with me for years.

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 22 Impressions of Broccoli Quiche Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, Freckle Pen. 12 Colors. Not nearly enough time (30 minutes or less?) I did not have a very good day today and I wanted to do a much better job on this than I ended up doing. But I just don’t have much energy for this. Had the time, but I’m just really not in the mood for art after some stuff that’s out of my control happened. I wanted to do something easier, but I couldn’t think of anything else, and I didn’t want to put it off. I might redo this one when I have time and a better mood. But for a bit I just wanna lie down and forget. I don’t mean to be a downer. Even art that doesn’t meet standards I set for myself can still be a joy for others, even if I’m not very joyful myself today. Hopefully, tomorrow is a better day. Maybe I’ll even like this piece better tomorrow. Until then, @quezify and all the other lovelies can bring me a little comfort with their eggs. Today was no good for me. But one bad day is not a bad Eggtober, especially not with so many contributing artists. Stay safe, stay warm, and try to enjoy the day, even if life slaps you across the face and strangles you like it did for me today. Gonna make some poached egg or enjoy some pineapple and just have a good cry, and hopefully that helps.

[psandabear]

im jus gonna go full unhinged and post things even if theyre unfinished

someone said they wanted to see more hair-down kiwi so i made dis, and tried a new line + coloring style. i had a hard time figuring it out, so i kinda gave up and haven’t touched this in a hot minute. maybe one day i’ll go back and finish it up.

i still really like this piece! it’s moreso “eh that’s too much work, bye” to redo it LMAO

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

[itsfennix]

cw: blood

Eilíse x Fennorian

a piece I abandoned early, but was originally going to go with a later chapter in my fanfic *cough* sorta spoiler… (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48582580/chapters/122549920)

I could never get the pose quite right, so I made two different versions lol 1st and 2nd pics are original, 3rd is a later change. Maybe one day, I’ll redo this

[samgiddings]

hi :) i'm sorry to bother you but i've been digging into earlier versions of UD and was wondering since you've been around these parts for a while if you knew anything about this question i have. i've heard for a long time that apparently jess died no matter what in earlier versions of the game, but i don't think i've ever seen a source for that? looking at the ps3 prototype version of the game, that seems like it could be likely i guess? though i know the character that i'm pretty sure became jess was alive as of the part of the game that has been posted online, it seems like a much more linear game (with scott and chrissie getting unlimited redoes after death, and multiple other deaths seeming to happen no matter what such as lex and bell) so i can see that version of proto-jess dying no matter what being relatively likely. however, since that fate would have been far from exclusive to proto-jess, it wouldn't make sense for it to be the bit of info it's often used as, justifying jess's smaller role/lesser playtime in the final game. it would make more sense for that to be the case if jess was unsaveable further into development (in the 2013 beta versions, i think). anyway all that is to ask- do you have any idea what the source of this piece of info was or was it just something someone said as like. a possible explanation that got spun into being seen as fact over the years? sorry for rambling in your inbox i'm having my periodic UD hyperfixation resurface lol

you’re not bothering me at all, no need to apologize for anything! honestly people don’t talk to me about the game enough anymore, so this was a nice surprise in my inbox. unfortunately i’m not sure how much help i’ll be, though. 🥲 i have been around the UD fandom more or less since the game came out, but i don’t remember ever hearing that specific rumour. i’ve got a lot of ud mutuals tho who have also been around for a while, so maybe one of them will have more info!

i’m guessing it’s just a form of speculation that came up to explain her not being as prominent in the game, but like on that note, matt also isn’t in the game a ton? but anyways, someone probably speculated that the reason was because jess was supposed to die no matter what, and then eventually (like you said) it kinda spun out of control and became seen as a fact? early UD days were full of rumours and facts without real sources.

if anyone has more info tho, pls reply or send another ask to help out 🙏

[whentherewerebicycles]

I love that you can never capture how stunning the mountains look because the camera flattens them and makes them look smaller… every time I photograph them it’s like oh yeah you had to be there for sure. but GOD they were stunning this morning!!!

the meeting with my boss went really well… I was, as you know, super freaked out about it last night but she came into it very clearly trying to make amends for that weird bumpy meeting we had earlier and I think that whatever was going on in that meeting had more to do with her state of mind than anything I did or failed to do? anyway we had a good talk and I was pretty direct about being like, I’m new to this role and I don’t have the deep institutional knowledge you have so I need you to give feedback on my portfolio of projects and to let me know if you think I’m putting my energy into the wrong initiatives or not prioritizing the things you see as most urgent. I find it hard sometimes to pin down her specific asks from me but I just kept steering us back to: these are the concrete things I’m taking away from this talk—is that right? am I missing or misunderstanding anything? etc etc. I also decided that I’m going to carve out an hour or two of sustained synthesis time at the end of every week to write through the following:

what I did that week, what I learned from it, and who I met (and how they can be useful to me moving forward)

how the stuff I focused on or accomplished that week fits into my strategic priorities

what steps I’ll need to take next and what new commitments I made that I’ll need to honor (also how and when I’m going to build in reminders for myself to ensure that I’m keeping the promises I make)

what I didn’t have time to focus on and so might need to intentionally center next week

what small stuff is coming up next week (ie what’s on my radar)

what big stuff is coming up that I need to be aware of or keep an eye on… basically just making myself look up from the day-to-day grind to look at the horizon and make sure that daily work is aligned with the big stuff

I am rapidly becoming a person who has ten million projects on deck at all times and I think that consistently carving out this reflection & planning time each week will help me hold all the pieces in my head so I don’t get so sucked into one project that I forget to make progress on the others! but also I am just loving this learning experience of like, building tracking + reflection systems that help me manage my own portfolio of work + manage the work of the teams who are supporting me on different projects. the first part (managing my own work) is definitely coming more easily to me than the second part so I know I’ll also want to keep thinking about how I can get better at delegating work… and communicating expectations, setting deadlines, reviewing stuff together, etc so I can let go of stuff without worrying that I’m going to need to redo it later. mm okay much to think about but I am running on under six hours of sleep and I have fried my brain for the day so I think it’s time to just veg in bed for a bit and maybe nap before I tackle the next part of the day.