#still hiatus but wanted to share this doodle here!

[masterofdemise]

There are a lot of doodles that I did before and during my hiatus, so here are some of them. A few of them are also reuploads from Twitter since I've nuked all of my artworks from there. I'm going to try and slowly reupload them here (assuming I remember). Yes, Pluto is still going strong in my brain what were you all expecting (his tags have been dead for too long I must give him his content!!!).

There are some Vermillion Vows doodles here since I actually finished writing the entire story summary! I'm not sure who would want to read it so I'm only going to share the google link to people who might be interested in it. Speaking of which, I should also work on some Solar Swap AU while I have still have time left before university begins again...

[hydez-artz]

New art challenge: post all of your souyo tf art :D

Honestly, not sure I can as I have so many of them, and a lot of them are old sketches I'd want to clean up before sharing, but of the ones I've made over the years, here are the most finished ones, ordered into a somewhat organized set

Neko Effect

a series of drawing from mostly 2020-2021 involving a fanfic I also wrote (and kinda left of an infinite hiatus. sorry bout that), involing the two of them getting cursed with a rare new status effect "Neko" which seemingly slowly turned them into cats. Yu adjusts to it pretty well, as he is want to do, while Yosuke has his more panicked response that is both super cute and what makes him a way too fun TF target.

2. Birthday Gift

what started as a birthday drawing of Yosuke for his B-day in 2021 kinda turned into this silly little sequence. of them turning into cats (with me as a cat playing an extra, cuz why not). I think this one was set in the Quirk AU I made? short version, basically going into the TV world and conquering your shadow gave you a super power similar to the quirks of MHA, but with the fun added twist that they were usually based in some way of the persons insecurities.

iirc, Yosuke has a power called Malleable, which was basically shapeshifting, but without the ability to directly control it. or at least, the people around him and his environment seem to have a greater control over what form he takes than he himself does. Yu has a power called Mirror, the ability to copy other people's power, holding only 1 at a time, and usually without the downside. for copying Yosuke's Malleable, Yu is still quite susceptible to outside influences, though he does have a small bit better at controlling it while he has it.

a lot of my random, usually less explicable TFs of them can prolly be tossed into this camp somewhere.

3. Commissioned Colorings

so, I have literally hundreds of sketches and doodles, all posted to my Patreon as one of my rewards. I draw 1 doodle (more closely a finished line art) a day and post it to my Patron discord, and every month post that months collection of doodles to Patreon for record keeping. I have been doing this more or less every day since 2021, so that's nearly a thousand sketches that can range from more tf sequences like the dogsuke sequence i recently colored, to more general ideas for one of my game projects I work on. if a patron likes a specific daily doodle and wants it specifically finished up, like these above, they can commission me at a significantly reduced price to take the drawing from a doodle to a completed work. because otherwise its left to my whims if I feel like coloring them

4. Seriously, so many doodles

seriously, sooooo many doodles. here's just a few i feel like sharing, plus one of my livestream sketch sessions (oh yeah, I do a free sketch request livestream every 1st sunday of the month over on twitch btw) which got a monkey-yu and batsuke, plus a chibi sketch of them being silly.

and that's just art of Souyo being cute and silly and tfable. i also have a fair amount of just Yu and or Yosuke solo getting tf'd into stuff in general. (you may have stumbled into one of my hyper fixations X3)

Hope i passed your challenge ;3

[saijspellhart]

I think people are afraid to approach you because for the time I've known you, I've seen that you tend to snap at random people or misjudge their intentions as antagonistic. You also focus so much energy on what you don't have (notes, comments, etc) or on a single annoying person here and there, than express appreciation for the fans you do have.

Acknowledgement where acknowledgment is due, I am prickly when I perceive someone to be harassing me.

Why? Because I do not receive the occasional “annoying person here and there,” I receive lots of harassing, guilt trippy, rude, or entitled messages every single day. The amount of “please update,” “why haven’t you updated?” “Have you abandoned your fic?” “When are you going to update?” is just overwhelming and anxiety inducing. And I delete most of them. I only respond to a few, and it’s usually to remind people to not do that sort of thing. You can only receive so much anon hate and rude messages before it erodes your patience away. People would not even relent when my mother died and I said I’d be on hiatus. They STILL sent me mean/guilt-trip messages on anon. You only see a small percentage of the hate mail I get, and I’m honestly not obligated to share my entire inbox with you. Suffice to say I’ve had to have friends and family vet and delete my emails and notifications before because I got so much that I went spiraling into depression.

If someone genuinely messages me with kind words, patience, and the intent to have a conversation then I am delighted to engage them. I am so extremely chatty. But when someone approaches me to send me guilt-trippy, pressuring, or harassing messages, then I am not delighted to engage them. And 90% of the time I delete them. Because I don’t like having an inbox filled with those comments on any of my socials.

As far as wanting more notes, comments, etc. When? When in the last two, three years have I made posts bemoaning that my work isn’t receiving enough attention? When have I asked for notes?

Are my fans not appreciated enough? I respond to very many of my asks with doodles and drawings. I’ve spent my birthdays before drawing cute arts for my fans just so I could respond to their birthday wishes with cute doodles. I’ve done art and writing giveaways, I’ve accepted fanfics prompts for pairings. I’ve done art doodles and kiss drawing prompts. I leave dedications in my fanfics to certain fans. I’ve given away free shiny Pokémon for the Pokémon games. And when fans ask me to read their fics, more often than not I go check out their work and leave feedback.

TO FANS: if you are feeling unappreciated. What are ways I can make you feel more appreciated? I’d be delighted to know ways I can improve in showing my love and appreciation.

[jasperygrace]

January 2023 Mid Monthly Report

Hello hello, everyone!

It’s been a while—how have you all been? Life’s been pretty busy for me recently. I’m in my third year of college now and I’m starting to feel the pressure. It’s a bit scary if I’m being honest. Time has never been on my side, an experience I’m sure many creatives can relate to, and these last few years have flown by. Some days it feels as if I’m being dragged along behind it, hitting every rock and piece of debris in my path.

Perhaps I’m being existential, but it’s something I came to realize during my hiatus. Life is short, and there is so much I want to do with my existence. So I have the same resolution this year as I did last: to do something bigger and better. What that something is, I don’t know yet. But I hope you’ll join me in seeing it realized.

Anyway, I’ve expositioned long enough. You’re probably curious as to what I’ve been up to since I’ve been gone. Well—you’re in for a treat!

If you’re interested in my work, consider checking out the Masterlist or my Artstation.

So without further ado let’s begin!

~~Project Progress~~

Sharing the Tale

On the Tumblr side of things, I’ve decided that I want to be more open and share my writing more this year. In the past, I would only share snippets I’ve written if I had been tagged in something. Otherwise, the only time I shared progress was through my Mid Monthly Reports.

This year, I want to break out of my shell and put myself out there as best I can. My first plan of action is to share weekly snippets—with how much I’ve written, it’s a shame not to share it with you all, so I hope this will create more interest in Project : Desert.

Secondly, I’ve developed the bad habit of hiding my art behind my MMRs—despite being an artblr, you’d think I’d never make art! So now, unless I’m unveiling something big (like you shall see in a bit ;^)), I’ll be posting my art more freely. So expect sketches! Expect doodles! Expect the ramblings of a madman!

Thirdly, I want to do more with the Youtube channel I created last year. Since I’ve been busy with moving and school, it was hard to create content for it. But now that I’ve lightened my workload, I hope I can start posting there again. So I hope you’ll look forward to that :^)

Art Nouveau Series

Those who may follow my Artstation might know I got a little bit of art done during my hiatus.

So it is with great pleasure to finally show you the finished Art Nouveau series for Project : Desert. Enjoy!

A heart so full of love that you’ll bleed for the dregs. You know how your story ends, but you won’t stop to rewrite it.

So small was the pup born from soot and mud. Time will move on without you, but it is finally time to forgive yourself.

Remember what you’ve seen here, my dear. Though you walk with them as support, you may be the last who will remember them.

You’ve done all you can to protect your liege, now let him grow without you. And take heed, you still have your part to play.

Draft 2

If you remember from my Hiatus post back in September, I was working on Draft 2 of Project : Desert as part of a semester project for one of my classes. Well, I have made huge progress so far! Before the end of 2022, I was able to finish the Pre-Log and Act 1; now I am currently working on Act 2!

So with this in mind, here’s the general schedule I’ll be working with for the remainder of Draft 2:

By the end of February, I hope to have Act 2 completed and some of the accompanying storyboards done.

By end of April, Act 3 should be completed with most of the book’s storyboards done.

During the month of May, I plan on editing and finishing the remaining storyboards. I will also start looking for beta readers during this time.

By June, I hope to have Draft 2 ready for betas to read.

With Pro:Des being at its halfway mark now, I suppose I should discuss what the plans are for the project. As of writing this, I plan to release Pro:Des late 2024, and should my university allow it, publish it as my Honors Capstone. This hard deadline gives the project the urgency I need to get it completed. For now, I just have to make sure I reach my current goals before I start thinking too far into the future.

So in the meantime, I’ll keep doing my thing, and I hope you’ll continue supporting me in the process.

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Oh, I nearly forgot!

I wrote all of this still referring to the project as Project : Desert. I’m excited to tell you all that I’ve finally come up with an actual name for it!

I’ve decided to call it:

An Immortal Laid to Rest

~~Goals~~

January Goals:

Complete up to Chapter 22 by February 18th (16/25 total)

Work on new storyboards for Chpt 3, 5, & 7 by February 15th

Create concept art for Clotho and Lachesis (must complete Clotho before Chpt 7 storyboard)

Create a new video for Youtube Channel before next MMR

Post weekly snippets every Friday

Make a WIP intro post (not urgent)

That’s all I have this month—it feels good to be back writing this. I really missed the MMRs.

Thank you for all the support you guys have given me these last few years. I know I’m just a small blog on this side of the internet, but it’s really thanks to y’all that I even have the motivation to keep going with this.

So as always, thanks for reading and I hope you’ll support me in my future endeavors!

[riverxkeichains]

It's Been Months, Time to get the Band back together!

TW: This is Way long then the previous post(And you all thought that was long...Wait until you all see this)

It's Been Months since I lasted posted on my Tumblr Account since November of Last Years.

I know the last time I posted was on May of this year?

However I decided to Delete the posted rn as it wasn't really that important and it's just away to give an excuse to make everyone still think I'm active and it was just too short for my taste to posted(Unless otherwise).

Ever since I posted my Mavis × Rosie Art and it has been a single year, I now have 63 likes on the post itself. But because it has been years since I posted anything Art Related? I think It's now a very good time for me to started making a new art pieces. I have been gone for a while now, To be Fair 2021 was pretty busy year for me and I really do feel bad for not announcing my hiatus on Here and Instagram and that's why I'm here to apologize to everybody for having been active in here for a while now because I was focusing on other things.

But thankfully since I now have time focus on here(Including Instagram and Pixiv, Following at HighTideKeiblade(Insta) and River Kaz(user_rugt8577) I don't feel like going through another Hiatus again unless It's Important Event, For me at least. I'm going to started posting new text and art posted in here, In Fact? I have saved a few of them while I was in a Hiatus ^_^.

Since It's June, It's not just going to be just a drawings or text but it's also some stuff to celebrate this Pride Month as well(For those who aren't aware? I'm Gender-Neutral(NB) and Bisexual as you can see from my top info).

To order for me to post? I would like to show some of my art upcoming, Here's a few previews:

Ever Since I used the TTTE Characters with the @asktrio516 design? I feel like it's now time for me to Design making my own Interpretation of the TTTE Characters but as Humans. This isn't my first time doing this Concept before since I had done this on both my DeviantArt Accounts(My Normal and the Naughty Shitpost ones xp), I even have them saved in my binder and Ibis Paint. The Characters who are featured in this Unfinished doodle is James(One who wicks with Spiky Hair and freckles), River Keilyn. Harley(My Trainsona as a Human)Blushing Cool~ Spikes and wavy hair with freckles), Edward(Spike but Beautifully Straight hair while blushing when he saw James' Hotness), And Me one with the Mask Obviously lol. To those who might not get it at first, Until you realize what Train!River is wearing? Unlike most Human AUs I saw(Where it either takes place in the Modern Times or the 1960s) my TTTE Human AU takes place in the Late 1990s and Early 2000s (Specifically 1997 to 2003).

Based on Thomas' 90s Popularity in the U.S. and the Middle of the Classic Era At the time. Not only that? But also in my TTTE Human AU, My own interpretation of the characters are based on Eurobeats, 90s Fashion and Culture, and Lastly their Design-Wise are mostly based on the Japanese Dub rather then the usually US or UK counterparts(What Can I say? As much as I respect both English dubs(I prefer the US but the UK is cool too) However I love and Definitely prefer the Japanese dub more, Don't judge me xP). Despite being lighthearted? My TTTE Human AU can have its fair-shared of dark and serious moments, As well as Consistency, and it isn't sugar coated or look down upon. There's more such as Character's Backstory and how would it play-out. There's more I want to say but for now that's all I have to give out my Inspiration for my TTTE Human AU ^^.

Here's a Bouns one for my TTTE Human AU, Unfinished doodle of James ;).

Aside from me doing TTTE? I'm doing going to be working on other media as well, A good example is the Mixels as I've been a fan of this Lego series since 2015(1 year after the series aired and before it ended because this series was shortlived).

Sure it may not be a good series but I'm a sucker for Legos and love this simple concept of combining or do a fusion of anything. In these 3 photos, I'm drawing one of my Friend's(@chloetolunar) OC, Katelyn and It's a late Birthday countdown. Late because I was focusing on finals but...Hey! I am trying my best to finishing it. During the series lifespan I was making a lot of Mixels OCs, I used to have 3 tribes but now I have 5 of them, As the 2 tribes(Chinese/Arabian Theme and a Cloudy Sky Rainbow Theme) I used to draw where getting a bit complicated but who knows I might bring them back.

For now? I'm just going to show my 3 new Mixels:

These are just concept art for now, But Thankfully they have a name! Hanamistu, Ursula, and Jenni ♡. Another reason why I'm doing this is that like my Thomas AU? I'm also doing a Mixels AU and It's called Mixels Chronicles, It's basically a "What if Situation~!" Basically What if Mixels was more like Bionicles and Ninjago but they fuse during battle. Had Mixels would become more popular if they went into that Direction? I'll let you to decide from that ;).

After writing all this down? I can call please say that that's all I have to say for this long ass post. In conclusion I'll definitely come back here, And I'll definitely be Active only on here, Instagram, and Pixiv(Sometimes DeviantArt). FYI, Reason I'm doing other things is because I will like to do other stuff Sometimes and I'm also doing this for fun as well. I like to do things on what I love so much, Please don't argue with me just because I don't do the stuff that you love sometimes~.

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Thank you for Reading this and Have a great day, Goodbye~☆

Also!

DON'T POST ANYTHING ON RUDE ME, REPOST, RECOLOR, OR STEAL MY STUFF! Be Original and Do your Own stuff without Tracing others art M'kay~ ;).

[bunnearies-wonderland]

📌Introduction or something like that 📌

Hi! ✨

I guess this is my pinned introduction so that people know who the heck the person is that seems to binge like/reblog their posts (because that can happen and I don't want anyone to feel weirded out or anything)

// TLDR: my ADHD brain wants accountability to be able to do the stuff I need done for losing weight, I post/reblog random stuff, if you're uncomfortable with me sharing your post lmk I'll delete it

My name's Marin and I am a 23 years old non-binary person. I stream as a Vtuber on Twitch (currently on Hiatus because of moving) and am also an Artist. I am diagnosed with ADHD and adjustment/adaption disorder (sorry if this is the wrong term, English is not my first language, so I had to translate it).

🪐 My messages and asks are open so feel free to send or ask me anything, even if it’s just a „Hi“, I like making new friends! Please no contents that violate my DNI

🪐 Speaking of DNI:

🪐 I created this blog because my ADHD brain can't do shit without someone being there and making sure I do the stuff I am supposed to do. And for some reason, my fiancé doesn't count as a person no more when it comes to this. I guess he is a little *too* understanding when it comes to me forgetting or not being able to finish/start tasks...

🪐 Things I love/obsess about are poetry, cute animals, anime, musicals, fairycore, cottagecore, pastel colours, sparkles, Animal Crossing, Pokémon, drawing, writing stories, chocolate, and astronomy or outer space in general

🪐 I repost things that I feel are educational and important to be spread or just pique my interest and I want them to be on my blog, can be short texts that feel relatable or just edits, mood boards, or drawings or whatever which fall into the aesthetic that I love ~ (If I reblog/like something from you and you don't want me to because of whatever reason, let me know, and I'll redo/delete it! You don't need to tell me why (even though it would very much help to not make the same mistake again)

🪐 Original content: I'll post updates on my weight loss journey as well as drawings and texts and mood boards and maybe commissions and just random life updates if I feel like it.

🪐 Tags: [Marin 🐇] - general tag for my original "content"; [Journey 🌱] - weight loss journey updates but also productivity in general, eg updates on renovations etc; [Arts 'n stuff🌈] - drawings, mood boards and other crafty stuff; [Poems 'n stuff 🌙] - self written poetry and texts and so on; [Commission 🌻] - commission results no matter if texts/drawings/...; [Randomari 🌼] - just random posts like life updates that have nothing to do with Journey

🪐Commissions: I make mood boards and small doodle drawings that can be used as profile pictures, banners, or anything you like. I make them for free so don’t worry about that, even though you can tip me if you'd like. If you want one just send me an ask or a message for what you’d like, try to be as specific as you can please. These might take a while to be finished, please be patient. The only thing I request for these is that you don’t cut out my signature and that you don’t claim them as your own. Reblogging the original post on your blog is credit enough.

🪐 Weight lost/still to loose 🔹 and 🔷 are placeholders, when there're plants growing that kg is gone

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🪐 My Vtuber model - because the question came up - who is even reading my BS on here wtf? 🤣

[sleepyowlwrites]

Sleepy's 2021 writing wrap-up accompanied by a little salt but mostly cheerful exhaustion

this event was hosted by @ecwrenn thank you darling. I think I'm late but I only like being early to work. and this is not that.

I don't keep any kind of proper track of my word counts or progress, mostly because I don't really care - I know that I wrote this year and that's good enough for me, word counts are not a motivator - but also because I am disorganized and scramble around afterward of anything to clean stuff up.

here is a very general assessment of the writing that I did this year.

January - I wrote some poetry and meandered around in Youth Story (then temporarily titled Project: Black Rose) and Anxiety Story.

February - I existed, I think. it was around this time that I played (find the word) tag with Maybe Sorcery a lot. also somewhere in here I think we became soulmates but I'm not sure. that might've happened earlier.

March - I made a new wip intro for Anxiety Story (the title is Every Other Star is Silent) and promptly didn't work on it (the wip) for the rest of the year. this is fine. it's a heavy wip and I wasn't up for it. then I made a way-too-early-I-don't-know-what-I-was-thinking wip intro for Magick Story (the title is Spider Silk). I have worked on this wip but only in the worldbuilding department.

April - I did Camp Nano and wrote 21,079 words. it felt great. I tried to do the same in May.

May - I did not write 20K, 15K or even 10K. I started to suspect that I was experiencing some creative burnout. (not quite. I was, at the time, enjoying making doodle art of other writers' wip titles. that was fun and easy.) instead it turns out I was just having a WRITING BURNOUT and subsequently-

June - I didn't really do any writing until the very end of this month was I fell in love with a character and decided to write a study fic of him. and then I did that. after editing it's now at almost 8K. so that's cool.

July - finished that above fic, worked on Youth Story. at some point I made an intro that I worked very hard on. it's already not up-to-date so it's gone now, bye-bye. I have an informal one that works a lot better, and character intros! I worked on those in-

August - still loved that character so I wrote a sequel to my first fic, which is currently being slowly edited and sits at nearly 11K. the character intros were all created and gradually released in-

September - which was a funky month because my sister got married. this has nothing to do with my writing but it happened. by the way, I've been writing poetry all year. most of it is not up on tumblr, but I'll share almost anything in a find the word tag. seriously. I get a little crazy with those things.

October - it actually took me until this month to finish that sequel fic. by this time I have also created 200 wip title arts. also also I've been writing this ridiculously complicated crossover fic in my friend's dms and that makes it into find the word too. also also also I turned 28. hooray.

November - I was very busy at work and wrote poetry and did some tags and eventually realized that I would have to be on hiatus since I couldn't really write or post like I wanted to. oh right, at some point I decided I was finished with Youth Story draft 0. it's at like, 26K? I can't check right now because the docs are closed. I feel like my laptop just sneaky updated because why else would they be closed? unless a ghost did it.

December - I did almost zero writing because I worked overnights at work and just got more and more exhausted as the month went on. I wrote three? four? tiny flash fics and a tiny bit of poetry and then Christmas happened. and just finished happening, for me.

to sum up, I've written probably approximately 55K this year, which I believe is less than last year but whatever! I don't care. I wrote things, and they meant something to me, and also to some other (wonderful) people who said very nice things in tags and such and that's all I want, really. I just want to write things and enjoy it, and I did. so 2021 was not my favorite, but it had good in it. some of it I made by myself, some of it I shared with others, and some of it YOU - writeblr - gave to me. Thank You.

Love, Sleepy

[muselexum]

Update: Semi-Hiatus

[ Hello friends! I feel like this has been coming for awhile, and I’ve made the decision to officially put this blog on hiatus until further notice. It has been a great joy to return to the rp scene. That being said, in recent weeks I’ve lacked the capacity to write on here and when I do I’m not satisfied with my writing and characterizations. I know this is mostly in my head but I also have an idea of what a ‘good rp partner’ should be, and I feel like I let people down when I don’t measure up to that.

I will still be lurking around because I enjoy seeing what’s up around here, however if you want to see active updates you can find me on my art instagram (@_artreflex), my art tumblr (@artreflex), and a new ooc-rp blog (@ooc-muselexum) where I will be moving my ooc commentary and doodles because I make a lot of those. The ooc blog is a sideblog, so I can’t follow back. I can share my discord if anyone would like it too. As for my commissions/kofi, they will still be running.

I may write a reply or two if I feel that I’m able to, but I feel wrong to call myself an ‘active’ rp blog at the moment.

To be very frank I feel myself falling into one of my depressive slumps (the winter season doesn’t help) and I can become very non-talkative, demotivated, and avoidant during these times. This is not new to me and I can feel it when it’s coming so I guess this is just my way of preparing for it? If you notice me becoming reclusive, I promise it’s not just towards you or because of you. You did absolutely nothing wrong and I’m very sorry. ]

[fountainpenguin]

It’s an Update

Hello, Riddle here! I know I’ve been pretty quiet on Tumblr lately. Here’s an update on my situation:

I will definitely post more fanfic updates soon. I’ve picked at drafts, but haven’t posted anything lately. Here are the reasons why:

I got a new IRL job. It’s a good fit for me, but I have less free time than I used to, of course. It’s a job that involves writing lots of articles on a variety of topics, and I enjoy how every day is a little different

Most of my free time for the last year has gone towards my mod work at the Creature-Crossing ARPG, and to my personal CC writing. I’ve been working on new activities over there (my recent favorite being our seasonal familiar shows... I won first place in the summer show!) and I have a lot of plot plans that are coming together now. If you ever want to see my original characters and read my CC writing, you can find my character directory HERE and my Table of Contents HERE.

Once November 1st hits, I won’t be preparing for the release of any more CC activities or events. All future activity or event releases will be overseen by the other mods, and I’ll simply be someone they can ask for extra help if needed. This is a big change for a mod who spent the last 12 months working on new releases, and will give me back some of the free time my IRL job will eat

The Creature-Crossing admin (my boss) greenlit my request to bring an assistant on the mod team who will specifically help me with a lot of my behind-the-scenes work, such as data entry and organization. I’ve never had another mod who specifically helps me with the back end duties before, so that will be awesome. I will need to spend some time training them, but once they are official, that will take some of my workload off and allow me more free time for this blog and personal writing time.

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Fanfic updates you can expect to see soon:

- Reedfilter Rules

- Frayed Knots

- Origin of the Pixies

- Debut of Factor It In, my Kid Math-centric “WordGirl” fanfic (Subtitled “Tales of a third-grade superhero in training”)... Yes I am still in love with this idiot boy, expect lots of doodle pages soon

- The 130 Prompts project is on a slow-burn writing schedule... I’ll write for it when I want to, but I mostly want to focus on Origin and Knots this year.

Further info below the cut. There is more info about non-Fairly OddParents ‘fics in here too (under “non-FOP fanfics”), so if you’re looking forward to Mario World or “WordGirl” ‘fics from me, give this a click so you know what’s coming!

So, what does this update mean for your fanfics?

They’ll be active again soon! I’ve been picking at them behind the scenes, trying to build up a buffer. In an ideal world, I would love to release a new chapter for SOMETHING every Friday. I doubt this will be possible, but it’s something I would love to work towards in the future. Realistically, you can probably expect some kind of fanfic update once every two Fridays (two updates per month).

There might be some Fridays where posting an update is not possible. Instead, I’ll make a post about what progress I made instead. In the past, I often overworked myself to get a chapter out in time for my old deadline. I will not be doing that anymore, but will instead hold myself to a goal of “Make progress on something every week.”

In the best ideal world, I would love to post one FOP fanfic update per week and one non-FOP fanfic update per week. This is not likely to happen for a long, long time, but that would be the dream.

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Here are the things I most likely worked on if there is no fanfic update:

- A fanfic chapter draft that needs more time

- A sideblog profile

- A Toyhouse profile for personal characters

- IRL work or mod work may have kept me busy this week

- Creature-Crossing writing... I will try to prioritize my fanfics more, but my CC writing is still important to me and I will be working on it in a lot of my free time too. At the moment, I have a hard deadline of December 14th that I need to meet if I want to release huge plot drama on the day that it happens in canon. I’ve been building up to this for a long time, so I’m really excited about that.

I currently have summer or autumn 2022 planned as the “finale” for the majority of my plot to explode. I will be hosting a member-run event in Creature-Crossing that will last for two months, so a lot of my time from January until the event’s release will be spent doing event prep. Once the event ends, my story content will mostly be a “return to slice of life.” Stories will be more casual one-offs as characters grow, live their lives, and start their own families. Hitting seasonal deadlines for plot will no longer be so important. I’ll be giving Creature-Crossing work less attention after that, and much more attention to my fanfics.

- I may not have a fanfic chapter out each week, but I WILL post a note every Friday to let you know what I have been doing with my time. You’ll see me around. Feel free to send Asks and talk!

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What non-FOP fanfics would you like to work on?

For literal years, I’ve been claiming I want to post Mario World fanfics. This is still something I want to do. I tag Mario World posts as “mushrooms and more.” I’ve already done a lot of worldbuilding, I have thousands of words of content written for this fandom... I just haven’t posted any of it. I hope to do this soon.

- “WordGirl” fanfics are prioritized over Mario World fanfics. After I finish my first “WordGirl” multi-chapter, I will probably be ready to post my Mario World ‘fics. I may possibly post some Mario World one-shots in between other fanfic updates. Might take another year or more before I touch Mario stuff unless there’s high interest in seeing it sooner?

I also really want to write some WordGirl ‘fics and get more involved with the fandom community. I’ve been building headcanons and lore for this show ever since I was a kid, and I have multiple ‘fics for this fandom that I want to write.

- “AlgoRhythm” is a ‘fic I have already posted on FFN and AO3, about WordGirl introducing Kid Math to the villains in town

- 28 Cities is a ‘fic I started about Rhyme and Reason before they arrived in Fair City. I put it on hiatus since it didn’t seem like anyone was interested, but I’m willing to post more for it if there is interest in it now that years have passed and I’ve gotten more followers who like WordGirl. I have a lot of worldbuilding and plot I never shared for it

- Factor It In is a ‘fic I’ve been working for a while that parallels the official show from the moment Kid Math arrives in town. It focuses on Rex’s struggle to adjust to this world as a child coming into his superpowers for the first time (Y’know, the whole “superheroes don’t have powers when they’re on their home planets” thing), his struggle to adapt to the social world of a non-logical planet, and Becky’s struggle to help him become accustomed to Earth and learn to share it with her as well. If the episode “Kid Math” was a full-length novel about Rex’s arrival and character development, that’s what this story is. This is the highest priority of all my non-FOP ‘fics... I’ve had a cover image made for 6 months and even though I tried setting it aside, I’ve always been super inspired to write for it. If I felt like it would be a good idea to commit to weekly updates alongside my FOP updates, I would, haha.

- I have two one-shot WIPs called “Squishy Feelings” and “A Little Ambiguity”, one of them focusing on Becky and Rex talking about the events of “Rhyme and Reason” and what it means for Rex’s secret identity, and the latter being a future ‘fic showing WordGirl and Kid Math dealing with life 10 to 15 years down the road. I’ll probably post the latter, not sure yet on the former.

- If desired, I may make a WordGirl specific sideblog where I post lore, answer Asks, post character profiles [smaller than my FOP sideblog ones], and mention fanfic updates. If you would be interested in this, feel free to send me an Ask requesting I do this. If there’s not interest, I’ll just keep my WordGirl stuff on the main blog.

- I’d like to get more involved in the WordGirl community, so I’ll probably post more content and reblog more art and headcanons

I also have a handful of miscellaneous ideas I might follow through with. I’d like to write at least one “TUFF Puppy” fanfic so I can say I did. In a perfect world I would like to finish the two “Danny Phantom” and “Bunsen Is a Beast” fanfics I started because... I just kind of want to dip my toe in each of the Hartman shows once since I already went through all the effort of worldbuilding for them to make them canon in a single Hartman show universe. “ChalkZone” is another show I adore and might touch someday (You may recall I have a full outline planned for an FOP/ChalkZone crossover ‘fic called “Dust to Dust”).

Will I write all of these things? Maybe not. I have no idea if I want to spend the next 10+ years writing fanfics, or if I’ll simply be done with all misc. fanfics immediately once I decide to be done with my main ‘fics. I definitely intend to write for a few more years and finish my main ‘fics, but I might not go through with some less popular side ‘fics if life is getting busy for me.

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What is the posting schedule for FOP ‘fics?

Reedfilter Rules, Frayed Knots, Origin of the Pixies, the 130 Prompts project, and “Come What May” are all high priority FOP writings. I will swap between them depending on my mood that week.

Here are some other ‘fics I want to work on.

- If you like, you can send me Asks requesting I work on a specific story above the rest. I will try to prioritize whichever stories interest you guys most.

Snips and Snails is a ‘fic I started and posted the first chapter for years ago. I’m not sure when I will get back to it, as I ran into some writer’s block. It’s still on tentative hiatus for now..... Possibly forever, though I hope it isn’t forever since it’s only supposed to be, like, five more chapters.

Pink and Gray is on official hiatus. I actually have a lot written for it, but I know it’s a little weird to put so much time and energy into Gary and Betty content when... well, let’s be honest: they’re my niche favorites and most of you probably don’t care. So, I am lifting my usual “no spoilers” policy from my Ask Box. If you would like to ask about my Gary and Betty backstory headcanons, feel free. I will tag my replies as “ridwriting spoilers” for anyone who wants to blacklist the tag, and spoilers will be hidden under a Read More line. 

I’d like to return to this story someday because there are tons of things I like about it (ranging from Betty’s secret tattoos to Gary’s plot drama with his mom to the background drama between Talon and Anti-Cosmo, but I always feel immense pressure to make it extra cool to make up for the fact these are weird side characters, so... it’s officially at the bottom of the priority pile. Once Talon shows up in Frayed Knots and readers understand who he is and why he exists, I’ll consider coming back to it.

Identity Theft is a story about Foop and his time in the alternate dimension he was flung into following the episode “Playdate of Doom.” To put it short, Foop was abused by alternate versions of his parents in this dimension and he witnessed some pretty intense stuff, including the death of the alt version of himself who existed in that reality. The trauma he experienced resulted in his alternate personality, Hiccup. Foop himself has very few memories of what happened, as Hiccup has all of those memories. This story is canon in my works, and it is regularly referred to during the 130 Prompts as part of Foop’s backstory. It’s my highest priority side story to work on.

Along the Cherry Lane is a 20-chapter work focusing on the lives of the main human cast from age 11 to age 30, with one chapter showing a snippet of their lives each year. You see Timmy raising Tommy and Tammy in this ‘fic, and it ends with them receiving godparents. Since the 130 Prompts don’t give humans much attention, this ‘fic does. You’ll probably see it debut two years from now, closer to when the 130 Prompts is ready to talk more about humans.

If this becomes a popular ‘fic of mine, I’ll probably write a sequel or continue it past Chapter 30 and write about Tammy and Tommy living with fairies, but I won’t if there’s no interest in that.

Little Imperfections is a Pixie AU ‘fic of mine about what life would be like in a universe where the Fairies are even more like insects than I play them as during my main works (where I already play them as semi-similar to insects). In this world, the Head Pixie is a figurehead whose duty is to reproduce for the sake of the colony and do nothing else, and he’s bored out of his mind until he befriends Sanderson, who introduces him to music. It’s extremely self-indulgent and silly because I like Pixies.

Francis is a multi-chapter ‘fic about bully Francis’s life getting yet another fairy godparent in a long string of memory wipes and godparents. It takes place during the canon series, and when you see an “orange fairy” mentioned in some of my writings, it’s usually referring to this fairy. His name is Rover and I occasionally post art of him. I feel like I can’t truly call myself an FOP fanfic writer until I actually write about a godkid and their godparents, haha...

Hawthorn Haven is a side ‘fic that will be posted towards the end of the 130 Prompts, as it veers off from the prompts in its own self-contained multi-chapter story. It will be approximately the length of “Baby, You’re a Rich Man.”

Acacia Arcadia is a far-past ‘fic detailing the fall of the ancient fae, the imprisonment of the nature spirits, the rise and fall of the chimera nation, the fall of the Martian genies, and the early days of the cloudlands. This is close to the bottom of the priority pile... It’s something I spend time on for personal reference to ensure accuracy in my other ‘fics, but it’s probably not what you guys came here to read.

AA has a bunch of characters in it that you might vaguely recognize, such as Ezekiel Whimsifinado, Evadne, Ione, Two Feathers, Rho, and Sablewood (If you’re astute, you might recall cloudland legends and landmarks in modern day that refer back to these characters). There are also a lot of characters who were reincarnated as Anti-Fairies, in accordance to traditional Anti-Fairy beliefs; Foop for example exists as a main character in one of his past lives, and you’ll see a hint dropped about each of his lives in the first chapter of Identity Theft. My tentative plan is to use Foop’s past lives as my central characters, following the events of each part of the timeline until he gets killed and reincarnates at a later point of the timeline.

I also keep some one-shots in a file I call Mixed Nuts and I may possibly post them someday (they’re mostly just one-shots of main cast characters I do to get a feel for their personalities, I have some Wanda and Cupid in here). @zachbrightside and I are also working on a collab ‘fic called Like a House On Fire that shows more of Timmy and Chloe’s lives during Season 10 (especially around the time of “Which Is Wish?”) No news on a release date for that yet.

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As I’ve said before, once all my other FOP works are complete, I will write Devil’s Backbone, which is my far-future ‘fic and the finale of my FOP writing. I do not plan to write any more FOP content after that story is finished, as I expect to have all other FOP projects done by then.

- Devil’s Backbone is a finale 'fic, so all worldbuilding from all stories is fair game to blend together, and it’s highly recommended you read everything else first. This story has been outlined since 2016, and it might not be published for another 10 years... Who knows! But it’s something I always work towards as a concrete endgame goal.

- If something serious comes up in my life and I officially decide I don’t want to write this story, I will post the outline for it. The link to this draft is included with all the other Google Docs links I have in a far-future queued post unveiling my WIPs in case I unexpectedly die and you still want to know how my stories would have gone, so you’ll get access to this story eventually even if I die young. Yes, share access is turned on for them all and I do take extra careful measures to be sure that post doesn’t get posted early skldfj

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What is the plan for the main blog?

Every Friday, I will post either a fanfic chapter or a progress update. You can blacklist the tag “ridlife” if you do not want to see the progress updates on your dashboard. Fanfic updates will not have the “ridlife” tag, so you will not be blocking them.

During the rest of the week, I might post doodles, reblogs, or general comments. Basically... you’ll see the blog become active again. Feel free to send in Asks about my worldbuilding and thoughts on fanfic characters.

@fountainpenguin is my personal blog, so you will see non-fandom things on here sometimes

@riddledeep is my FOP-exclusive sideblog. It contains all my lore notes and goes into a ton of depth, more than my fanfics give in one breath

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What does this mean for the Riddledeep sideblog?

I really want to go back and edit those character profiles that were posted early by mistake. The reason they were queued is because if I turned them into drafts, they would have been buried all the way at the beginning of my draft collection, and I have many, many drafts saved. There are no page numbers to navigate quickly through the draft collection, so I would have to click through each page one by one if I ever wanted to look at them. I hated doing this, which is why I kept my posts queued.

I was regularly updating the queue deadlines, trying to keep things in the order I wanted to post them in, but Tumblr made a change to the way drafts are dated and it kept throwing off my system. My inability to remember when my queued things would post combined with my busy schedule led to some profiles being posted early and incomplete. I want to fix these.

Over a year ago, my good friend Vulpix150 helped me finalize my designs for the Aos Sí and Daoine Sith. I’ve been sitting on that art in secret for a while, and at some point I plan to post it on the sideblog and talk more about that lore.

Updating fanfics is my higher priority (and it was the priority my followers voted for when I asked you to send votes to my Ask Box a while back). So, I will usually spend my free time working on fanfics unless I need a break from them and want to work on sideblog profiles instead. Thank you for your patience!

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TL;DR

I’m posting fanfics again soon. I’m going to take a more relaxed approach to posting them. I’m going to post more of what I want to post and what I feel motivated to post, not always a main ‘fic update. If I’m not “feeling it” when working on a draft, then I’ll set it aside for a while unless I know my followers and readers have high interest in the next chapter of that story. I always write for me first, but if I know there are other people who care a lot about a story, then of course I want to write it for you too!

I’m going to embrace my decade-long love for WordGirl and post more ‘fics and art or this fandom. I’ve always been a little shy about doing this, but I’m ready to make it an official fandom on my main blog (unless there are lots of requests for WordGirl things to be contained in their own sideblog). I will be posting the first chapter for a ‘fic called Factor It In very soon. Love my easily frustrated alien kiddos having a long day.

I am working on Creature-Crossing stuff too, and will be especially busy in November and December. Updates will be slow for a few months, but I hope to find my groove and a good pace soon.

Each Friday, I will post either a fanfic update or a mention of what I am working on. I will be checking in on Tumblr regularly. Feel free to talk! I much prefer you send messages to my Ask Box, not my private messenger, please <3

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Is there a specific story of mine you like and want more updates for?

Asks and reviews help me know which ‘fics people are enjoying. I plan to keep writing ‘fics no matter what, but I definitely give more time to the ‘fics that get more attention (and I have been spending so much time writing for Creature-Crossing because that’s where the attention was coming from)

It’s easy to stay motivated and get the next part of a story out soon if I know that people like it. It’s always harder if you feel like people are silently judging you and ignoring your posts. So, let me know what you’re interested in. And if you only leave Likes or Favorites instead of asks and reviews, that’s okay too! Thank you for interacting anyway and enjoying my work.

Thanks for reading!

[watchtower-feed]

Death Do We Part

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: The main story of SSA is on hiatus while I figure out how to end it. For now, please enjoy this three-part (or four) spin-off that’s been nagging me ever since Until Death was finished. Words: 2,000+

     A physical link is one of the most dangerous soulmate links around and that’s what you share with your soulmate. Your link with him is also more sensitive than most because sometimes your hair moves with the wind even though you’re indoors or you can taste what he’s eating.

     But what you didn’t know was how much fun your link was going to be. Ever since you started holding pens and doodling on your arm, you’ve been getting replies on the other one. You thought it was such a fun game but it nearly gave your parents a heart attack. When you could form words and read them, you started to communicate with each other.

      Jason, don’t forget your homework this time.

     Oh crap! Thanks for reminding me, Y/N.

     You roll your eyes as you say goodbye to your parents. You rush to the next block over just in time to see Jason stumble out of his apartment building. He falls and scrapes his knee. You both shout and wince at the same time.

     “Jason! I thought you were going to be more careful. Are you trying to kill us before high school?” Jason laughs and grabs your hand. He drags you to the bus stop and you make it just in time.

      Jason was careful. Both of you had your fair share of paper cuts, bumps, and bruises. But neither of you have ever sprained or broken anything. It sucks when one of you gets sick though.

     “If I sneeze, are ya gonna sneeze too?” Jason says with a nasally voice lying in bed next to you. His dad was always out and his mom had to work so your parents offered to take care of him while you’re both sick. They basically only have to take care of one child anyway.

     “I don’t know. We haven’t tried that one,” you smile and rub the bridge of Jason’s nose. He purrs. “That feels good, huh? It feels like I’m unblocking your nose.” You and Jason laugh.

     “Y/N with the magic fingers. Gotham criminals beware!”

     Your parents hush the two of you and threaten to make you sleep on the couch while Jason sleeps in your bed if you two don’t rest soon. You grab each other’s hands under the blanket and immediately close your eyes until they leave the room.

     You open your eyes and Jason is staring at you, pouting. You take out your other hand and stroke his warm cheek. He closes his eyes to lean into your touch then opens them again. “Pops hasn’t been home in days. My mom thinks he’s run away or dead in a ditch somewhere.”

     You frown and pull Jason close to you. “You’re always welcome here, Jason.”

     He knows that. He knows you mean it but he couldn’t just take advantage of your kindness like that. So when his mother runs away and he’s left alone in an empty apartment for three days straight, Jason decides it’s time to be a man and take care of himself.

     You don’t know what’s going on with Jason. He would still come out of their apartment building and go to school with you but you know he’s a little off. The first signs you pick up on are the pangs of hunger. No matter what amount of food you eat, your stomach growls and it feels like it’s eating itself.

     When your mother asks you to bring a pot of leftovers to the Todds, that’s when you realize who the real culprit is. You march over to their apartment building and find the door unlocked, the lights off, and there’s a silhouette of a boy crouching in the corner of the unfurnished apartment.

     You kneel down next to him and find that he’s awake but refuses to look at you. You call his name but he ignores you. You pinch your arm hard and it makes him jump. He hates it when you do that.

     Jason devours the food in seconds, eating straight from the pot with a big wooden spoon. Little by little, he managed to survive by selling their furniture but he still had to ration whatever money he had so he only ate one meal a day. Jason laughs, “but when ya pig out, Y/N, I get so full. I don’t even have to eat more than that if ya think about it.” You don’t find that funny because you don’t think the link actually works that way.

      He frowns and looks at his hands.

      He wants to tell you that he’s being kicked out of the apartment tomorrow. He doesn’t want to use his meager amount of money to pay for rent when he can just survive in the streets.

     He doesn’t say a word. He lets you stay with him until it’s late and he walks you back to your place.

     He doesn’t go to school the next day. You go to their apartment to scold him but find that’s it locked because new tenants were moving in soon. You ask the landlord about Jason and he tells you he’s been gone since last night.

     Jason, you idiot. Just stay with us. Mom is making your favorite tonight.

     He doesn’t reply to your messages anymore and it’s making you more angry than sad. You sit in your quiet room and close your eyes, “Where are you, Jason?” you mutter before concentrating on what you feel. You try to distinguish the sensation inside your room to what he’s feeling outside.

      You can feel humid air around your skin and sweat drenching the tips of your hair. He’s outside under the Gotham summer heat. You concentrate harder and you can hear footsteps and voices in the background. Foot traffic, so the streets? But which one? Then you hear it. The unmistakable sound of gunshots and running and police sirens. He’s in one of the worst parts of Gotham. Then you smell it, the lingering scent from Marco’s Bakery. He’s in the Narrows

     You grab the leftovers and sneak out through your window. You try to make yourself small as you enter one of the worst parts of the city. You would take the alleys and hide behind dumpsters every time you hear shouting. Then you finally find him lying on flattened cardboard.

     You kick him in the knee, bracing yourself for the sensation. He gets up quickly and his eyes widen at the sight of you. You drop the leftovers in front of him and glare. “If you don’t want to talk to me anymore, then fine. But at least eat.” 

     Walking away from Jason is hard but you know his pride won’t let him eat the food in front of you. You’re nearly home when you suddenly feel satiated. You do this every night. Leaving him food in that particular alley even when you stop finding Jason there.

     It suddenly becomes something Jason would count on because you have always been the only one he can rely on. After a day of thievery and barely surviving he would smile on the way back to his flattened cardboard where your family’s homecooked meal would still be warm.

     One night, Jason is astonished to find the batmobile in his alley. He’s admiring its size and fortress-like structure when he realizes that it had run over the food you left for him. Motivated by anger and vengeance, he finds a way to steal the hubcaps off of the batmobile’s wheels.

     “I’m sure you know who you’re stealing from.” The menacing voice shocks Jason and he turns around with a screwdriver in one hand. He takes a moment to appreciate the sheer size and intimidating stature of Batman.

     Then he glares at him and kicks his shin, “Yeah! Yer the big boob who ran over my dinner!”

     Batman is instantly puzzled. He narrows his eyes to one of his wheels and finds pasta littered on the floor and a ruined plastic container.

     Two nights after that, you’re dropping off Jason’s food and you’re surprised to find him standing in the alley in fresh clothes and a wide grin on his face. You narrow your eyes in an instant, “Did you finally inhale too much Joker gas or something?”

     “Y/N, you’ll never believe it. Oh boy!”

     Jason walks you away from the Narrows and back to your neighborhood. He tells you about running into Bruce Wayne the other night, leaving out the fact that he’s Batman.

     “He said I reminded him so much of himself when he was younger that he couldn’t imagine not adopting me,” he boasts with his thumb brushing the collar of his new shirt.

     You roll your eyes and of course, you don’t believe him. But then you arrive at your house and there’s a limo in front of your building. The door opens and Bruce Wayne steps out. Your mouth hangs open as he approaches you.

     Jason smirks and snaps his fingers in front of your face, “Y/N, I’d like ya to meet Bruce Wayne. Brucey, this is the friend I was telling ya about.”

     “It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. Once Jason’s settled in at the manor, we’d be more than happy to invite you and your family over for dinner.”

     You gulp. Because honestly what else can you do? The richest man in Gotham is outside your house and he’s Jason’s new father.

     But Jason never did invite you to the manor. In fact, ever since he became a Wayne, you saw him less than never.

     I miss you, Jason. Why are you avoiding me this time?

     For Jason, that was anything but an easy decision. It was never really Bruce that invited him to his home. It was Batman. And Jason knows that if Batman finds out he has a physical link with a civilian, he would stop letting him be Robin.

     So he dedicated all of his time to being a good son, a model student, and a fierce sidekick. Subduing criminals before they get the chance to land a blow on him. Whenever Bruce tells corrects his movement and his fighting style, Jason always takes his criticisms to heart because it’s not just his life on the line.

     Whenever you’re missing Jason and it gets too much, you lie on the floor and close all of your senses again. You imagine him lying on a thousand-thread-count cotton bed or warm in front of a crackling fire while laughing and drinking tea with Bruce Wayne and his butler.

    But all you get is whiplash. The wind is strong and harsh against your face. Your hair is flying up while you’re lying on the floor. You can also smell the smoke of the steaming sewers wafting into the Gotham air. 

     Jason’s out in the night and from your heavy breathing and aching muscles, you can only guess that he’s happy and exhilarated. Your breathing labors against your chest and you can feel the muscles along your jaw strain hard. Jason’s laughing.

     You roll on your side and smile at the thought of Jason enjoying his life. You miss him.

     Then it happens.

     You’re out with friends at someone’s sweet sixteen party and you’re wearing a dress just like everyone else. At first, you’re laughing, something someone said about a joke you haven’t yet heard. 

     Then suddenly your whole body is thrown back as a blow to your head knocks you against the table. You use your elbows to support yourself and you watch as everyone stares at you.

     A phantom weapon hits your back and you’re kneeling on the floor, coughing out blood on someone’s shoes. That’s when the screaming starts. But you can’t listen to them now. No, you need to focus on Jason. What the hell is happening to him?

    Another blow to your back makes your body drop flat on the ground. Your lip bleeds when your teeth tear into them as you hit the ground. You groan. This is the most pain the two of you have ever been in and you think you can also feel Jason’s fear.

    “Hand me a pen!” you scream before a blow to the side of your ribs flips you onto your back. You cough more blood and you desperately try to sit up as one of your closest friends hands you a marker.

     “I called your parents. They’re on their way. What’s happening, Y/N?”

     You don’t know. You don’t know. You try to write as legibly as you can.

     Wats wrong

     You wait for a response. Then something happens. It forces your eyes to look up and you think you see something intangible floating in the air. A crowbar? Then it comes crashing down against your ribs and you hear bones crack. Your friend screams, too afraid to touch you.

     You think one of your ribs splintered and your lungs have collapsed. It’s too hard to breathe. It feels like no air is coming into your lungs. You rest your head to the side, staring at your arm. 

     Slowly, words start appearing, smeared in crimson blood.

     I’m sorry, Y/N. I lov

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧

✧ Watchtower Masterlist ✧

[lupinlongbottom]

Burning Bridges pt. 6 

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Summary: With the wedding behind them, (Y/N) wants to get back into the swing of teaching. However, there’s a little hiccup in the plan... one that’s been echoing throughout the halls of Hogwarts.  

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: a few swears

A/N: hold on to yer hats and glasses, cause this here’s the wildest ride from start to finish! I’m joking, but it’s a bit all over the place, for “plot reasons” yeah okay pick a lane chump

Part 1 ... Part 2 … Part 3 … Part 4 … Part 5 ... Part 7

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The morning started off normal, as normal as a bleak and gloomy Monday at Hogwarts could be. Classes were starting to get back into the swing of their studies, finally getting over the feeling of the hiatus of the break two weeks prior. Friends had been reunited, students began to learn in their favorite classes and many just enjoyed being back at school.

“Good afternoon, class,” (Y/N) said, welcoming her sixth year class with a warm smile. The class was fairly small, only teaching a handful of students, about fifteen. “I assume you all had a wonderful weekend?”

The class responded in a mumbled mess, answers ranging from ‘sure, yeah’ to ‘not exactly’. Answers (Y/N) was used to, but not entirely immune to.

“Right, I hope it was a good one,” (Y/N) nodded, turning herself back to her blackboard. Scribbled in a tight font was Polyjuice Potion, a crude drawing of a cauldron underneath. She was really never good at doodling.

“How was your weekend, Professor?” a student asked as (Y/N) dotted information down on the blackboard. 

“My weekend was uneventful as always,” (Y/N) hummed, turning back around, meeting her gaze with the student who had asked. Maria Hamilton, Ravenclaw. “Continued on my batch of Felix Felicis as I have been for the last four months, hopefully I can get a nice vial out of it for class soon enough,” she smiled, hopefully.

“Really? You didn’t do anything else exciting?” Maria asked again, the tone in her voice raising slightly.

“I mean, I suppose I attended a friend’s wedding—”

“Harry Potter’s wedding, right? It was all over The Daily Prophet yesterday!” a Slytherin added, her unruly curls falling into her face. 

“Yes, that friend,” (Y/N) nodded, fighting back a smirk. Any time the famed wizard was mentioned in her class, the students couldn’t get over the fact of their professor’s friendship with the superstar. “And you really shouldn’t be reading that hogwash often, Ms. Deetz, full of slander and twisted words, it is.”

“So you haven’t seen the Sunday edition, then I take it?” Jane Deetz asked, her attention quickly turning to her friends sitting down next to her. “I mean, since you don’t read it?”

“I never said I don’t read it,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms, growing only the slightest bit annoyed at her student’s pestering. “Does this pertain to our lecture? Polyjuice is an important potion most witches and wizards should know how to brew.”

“No, not lecture,” Maria shook her head, pulling out her copy  of the Prophet. “But, you, I suppose,” she pushed the copy across the table, allowing (Y/N) to see the flashing title across the top. Practically Perfect Potters, underneath was a photo of Ginny and Harry, looking as happy as clams. The newspaper must’ve bought the photo from a guest at the wedding, no way did Harry allow the Prophet into their ceremony, much less their reception.

“Pertains to me?” (Y/N) laughed, picking up the paper. “This article seems to be about the happy couple, as it should be I suppose.”

“Flip the page! They have other photos from the wedding,” Jane said, twirling her finger. “You’re in one, at least!”

Surely enough, on the other side were a handful of photos from the reception, many of the famous guests that had attended. Sprinkled throughout were canids of her friends, Luna dancing alone on the dance floor, Seamus and Dean wearing their ties around their heads, an adorable canid of (Y/N) laughing with Harry and Ginny, nothing out of the ordinary of the night.

There it was. She saw it. A grainy, yet still moving photo of the courtyard at the reception hall. Two figures were standing close, the woman’s arms around the mans neck, holding each other gently. It wasn’t close enough to make out the faces of the couple, but it wasn’t hard to realize that the woman in the photograph was wearing the same dress as the one with Harry and Ginny. (Y/N)’s dress. The caption was small and tight underneath the photo; A rendezvous of secret lovers.

“I’m sure Harry and Ginny are having a field day with the Prophet about these photos,” (Y/N) squeaked, trying to hold back her shock. “They didn’t allow press into the reception for a reason. Someone must’ve been sneaking photos throughout the night and sold them off.”

“You didn’t see it, did you?” Maria asked. “The one of the couple?”

“Harry and Ginny? Yes, they look beautiful—”

“The other couple, Professor,” Jane said pointedly. “It’s been the talk of the school since it arrived yesterday. Is it…?”

“Oh,” (Y/N) took another look. Was it obvious that it was her? Of course, anyone with working eyes could see it. Could anyone tell who the man was from this photo? (Y/N)’s eyes scanned the other photos, none featured Neville, fortunately. The only ones who would recognize him would be the attendees of the wedding. “Well, that looks like an invasion of privacy,” (Y/N) said, folding the paper back up.

“But it’s you, right Professor? I mean she’s wearing the same dress as you—”  

“I don’t want to add to the gossip,” (Y/N) said, holding her hand up. “Take the information for what you will.” 

“Who are you snogging?” a quiet Gryffindor boy piped up, instantly feeling ashamed of asking.

“5 points from Gryffindor for that one, Mr. Traska,” (Y/N) said sternly. She hated taking points from students, felt it was only necessary to do so to prove a point. “I will remind you, class, that my personal life is just that, personal. I don’t try to delve into your love lives, do I?”

“So that is you, right?” Maria asked excitedly. “You can’t hate us for being curious, you said at the beginning of the year the more curious the student, the better the potioneer, right?”

“I did-I said that, yes,” (Y/N) stumbled. “But you’re wise enough to know that it was pertaining to your studies, not your professor’s snogging.”

“So you admit it,” Jane spoke up, only partially. The entire class erupted with chatter, mumbling small words to one another.

“Class,” (Y/N) said, trying to reel her students back in. “Class,” she repeated once more, a bit louder than before. Very little change. Hesitating for just one moment, (Y/N) crossed her arms, hoping her silence was louder than her words. Didn’t work.

“We’re sorry, Professor (L/N),” Maria began, noting the stony look on her teacher’s face. The other students began to pipe down. “We thought that you knew…”

“And I thought that you knew better than to address it to the entire class, Ms. Hamilton,” (Y/N) turned to the Slytherin beside her, confiscating the newspaper. “Ms. Deetz, I expected more of the two of you. Detention, both of you, cauldron scrubbing this evening.”

The two girls hung their head, faces red with shame. “Yes, Professor,” Jane spoke up, her voice squeaky.

“Before we continue with the lesson, it’s clear that you lot won’t pay attention until I bring this matter to a close,” (Y/N) spoke up. “Yes, that’s me in the photo. No, I won’t share who the other person is. I respect your enthusiasm to get to know me and learn more about my life, I do, but please keep it to questions like ‘do you have a pet?’ or ‘what’s your favorite color?’, alright?”

A Gryffindor boy raised his hand, getting a nod from (Y/N). “Do you have a pet? A-and what’s your favorite color?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

“Good questions, Mr. Traska,” (Y/N) smiled. “I have an owl named Edgar, he’s my best mate, I’m sure you’ve seen him around. My favorite color is (Y/F/C), reminds me of home,” the students eased up, smiles returning to their faces. “Any last questions?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jane asked, almost unashamed. “Felt like I should ask, seeing as I already have detention.”

“Cheeky,” (Y/N) clicked, laughing lightly. “But, no—well, not really, I guess. Not yet, anyway,” she smiled to herself. “I hope that changes soon,” the hurried murmurs of the class started again, making (Y/N)’s smile grow ever so slightly. “Now, back to our lesson. Polyjuice Potion…”

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The gossip of the castle was hard to ignore, now that (Y/N) knew of the source. It seemed that every pair of eyes was aimed at her figure as she navigated the halls. She could’ve been wearing nothing at all and still had the gossip remain the same. Did Neville know about this? She hardly thought that he still read The Daily Prophet, either, considering their shared distaste for the sad excuse of journalism. What wasn’t hard to ignore, was the feeling of the floor beneath her backside as she slid onto the floor.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you turn the corner,” Lance said, offering his hand. 

“No, I should’ve been paying better attention,” (Y/N) shook her head, pulling herself up off the ground. “Sorry that I haven’t had the chance to talk to you, Lance, but—”

“That’s alright,” he shrugged, shoving his hands into his front pockets. “I figured you had better things to do than to entertain me,” his face twisted into a grin. “The Prophet seemed to tell me that was exactly the case.”

“It was a sudden thing,” (Y/N) started, aware of the students slowing their pace, almost to eavesdrop. “I didn’t mean for it to happen the way that it did, hardly meant for anyone to be taking photos of it.”

“But you meant for it to happen, right?” Lance asked, waiting for an answer. (Y/N) nodded lightly, ashamed to look him in the eye. “I see. Were you going to break it off with me after the wedding?” Another nod. He laughed. “I should’ve seen this coming, truthfully, I was ignorant to even think that a pure-blood like you could’ve ever courted a muggle-born anyway.”

(Y/N)’s head shot up like a rocket, startled by his words. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never once said—”

“Didn’t have to, everyone knows about your blood-status, the (L/N) name isn’t exactly known for much else, is it? Wallace (L/N), famed Death Eater, your father?”

“That’s a low blow, Lance and you know it,” (Y/N) said, feeling the anger bubble in her chest. “I’m nothing like my father, I’ve worked my entire life to be everything he wasn’t, for good reason, too.”

“Please,” Lance scoffed. “You may believe that, truly I believe that you do, but the need for blood purity is practically in your genes. I should’ve known better,” he sighed, almost looking beside himself. “Should’ve known you could’ve never given me a true chance.”

“Your blood-status has nothing to do with it Lance,” (Y/N) said, now noticing the straggling students around them. “Can we please move this to a private setting? Students are watching—”  

“So you can break my heart in private? Crush it to smithereens?” Lance’s hand flew to his chest dramatically. “No, I can take it like a man, right here, right now. In front of our students.”

“No,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms. “This is childish and unprofessional,” she turned around, planning to head back to her chambers to cool down, perhaps enjoy a small snack. “When you want to have an adult conversation, send an owl.”

“It’s because he’s a pure-blood, isn’t it?”

(Y/N) stopped walking.

“I knew it,” Lance laughed. “Why else could you possibly be interested in such a bloke like him? Surely it’s not for his looks, right?” His laughter echoed in the halls. “He’s pathetic, (Y/N), the fact that you are clinging to him because of his blood-status is lowly, but perhaps expected—”

“Professor Knight, I’d stop talking if you knew what was best for you,” (Y/N) warned, almost turning around. She knew he didn’t deserve the right to see her angry, knowing full well he was looking for a rise.

“Best for me?” Lance laughed again. “No, Minty,” the former nickname rolled off his tongue like acid. “You haven’t got the first idea what’s best for me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” (Y/N) smiled sweetly, turning back around. “Much like you for I,” she said, almost poetically. “If you think that my blood-status could possibly determine who my suitors could be, you’re sorely mistaken. Coming from the Muggle Studies Professor, you seem rather close-minded about that, do you not?”

“It’s been a practice for years, (Y/N), surely you know that much? You yourself told me of the arrangement your father had for you growing up.”

“One that never came to fruition, thank Godric,” (Y/N) sighed. “My mother found it to be barbaric, breaking it off before I even stepped foot at Hogwarts. My father really didn’t have much to say about it, considering the circumstances,” (Y/N) glanced at her watch, noting the time. “Now, Professor, if you don’t mind, I have to go and check on my cauldrons. Wouldn’t want one to overflow, would we?”

“Perhaps not, that wouldn’t be wise,” he shrugged, turning back around. “Let me know whenever that gardener bores you, it’ll come quickly enough.”

(Y/N) stood still for only a moment, feeling the gaze of straggling students. She gave them a pointed look. “Don’t you all have classes to attend?” As if on cue, the bell signal chimed out, leaving the students to frantically run to their intended destination. “That could’ve gone better,” she mumbled, her feet leading her automatically to her chambers.  

She stopped at the glittering stained-glass mosaic in the hall, the one of the phoenix. The wings flicked every so often, an enchanting sight to see. (Y/N) tried to focus her eyes on the tips of the feathers, watching the sunlight shine through the edges, trying to calm her running mind.

“It’s breathtaking, no?” A voice behind her spoke out. It was small, calming, warm. She knew it anywhere.

“I love staring at it,” (Y/N) hummed, turning her neck to see the Herbologist standing next to her. “Reminds me of Dumbledore, a bit. I reckon he’s the one who put it in.”

“Yeah,” Neville nodded, eyes transfixed on the swirling oranges and yellows of the window. “Done with classes for the day?” (Y/N) nodded. “Me too. Monday’s are the shortest of lectures but they feel like they drag on forever, right?” (Y/N) nodded again, giving no verbal response. “Hey, are you alright?”

“You don’t think I’m like my father, right?” She asked, turning to face Neville. Tears were glistening in the edges of her eyes, almost threatening to fall. “I mean, not literally, you never knew him,” she laughed, almost pathetically. “Godric I never even knew him.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you think I’m just a pathetic pure-blood?”

“Pathetic? You?” Neville shook his head. “I wouldn’t put those two words together, no.”

“Then what?” (Y/N) shrugged. “Some elitist who cares about blood-status?” 

“Of course not,” Neville reassured her. “You’re no Malfoy, that’s for sure. You don’t let your blood define you, (Y/N), you never have,” he shrugged, looking at her more closely. “If you did, you surely wouldn’t be working here. You’d be out and married to a pure-blooded suitor, getting waited on hand and foot,” he laughed at the thought. “It’s terribly unlike you at all.”

“You’re a pure-blood.”

“...and?”

“Wasn’t your Gran or anyone on you about your status ever?”

“No,” he sighed. “Gran never made a big fuss about it. Was more focused on me becoming more like my father rather than trying to set me up with other pure-blooded girls,” he cracked a smile. “I doubt I would’ve been anyone’s first choice in that, though.”

“Oh shove it,” (Y/N) finally smiled, feeling the tightness of her cheeks disappear. “Any girl would be lucky to marry you,” her smile faded a bit, realizing her words. A rather bold statement. “I-I mean, I know that I would, at least. Choose you, I mean.”

“T-thanks,” Neville nodded quickly, trying to ignore the red creeping up his face. Merlin was he taken by this girl. “E-even if I wasn’t a pure-blood?”

“Are you proposing to me, Longbottom?” (Y/N) said, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically. “And here I thought we weren’t rushing into anything…”

“We’re not!” He sputtered, waving his hands frantically. “We’re not, honest,” he repeated, as if to prove a point. “I-I’m sorry if it was out of line—” 

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head. “You’re alright, I was just pushing your buttons,” (Y/N) turned to look at Neville, pushing his arm slightly. “Just like normal.”

“Yeah,” Neville nodded, swallowing thickly. “Just like normal.”

The two stood in silence, eyes still glued to the glittering mosaic in front of them. The wings of the bird flapped every so often, breathing life into the art.

“You don’t happen to still read The Daily Prophet, do you?” (Y/N) asked, holding her breath. 

“So you heard about it too. I was hoping you didn’t,” Neville admitted, pulling a copy out of his back pocket. “I found it on ground in the courtyard and saw Harry’s face, it grabbed my attention,” he shrugged, thumbing through the paper.

“I’ve been the talk of the school, with my mystery suitor,” (Y/N) teased, poking Neville again. “Gave two of my students got a detention over it, they brought it up to the entire class—”

“Maria and Jane?” Neville asked, almost knowing. (Y/N) nodded. “Wonderful students, but terrible gossips they are, they try to chat quietly during class but fail miserably,” he chuckled quietly. “Still, the entire class? That’s rough, I’m sorry…”

“S’not your fault,” (Y/N) shrugged, brushing the matter off. “It’s one of my smaller classes, but no doubt the entire school is talking about me and my ‘mystery suitor’,” (Y/N) winked, poking Neville in the upper arm.

“D-do you reckon they know it’s me?”

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head. “The only people that would know would who it is were the people who attended the wedding,” she sighed, pressing her fingertips to her forehead. “Including McGonagall. She’ll be pleased, I’m sure.”

“Does Lance know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) hummed, her mood falling. “He knows. I wanted to talk to him, privately, about it all. I didn’t even imagine that someone was taking photos, let alone found their way out to where we were!”

“You broke it off with him?” Neville asked, his voice unsure. 

“Of course I did,” (Y/N) said, staring at Neville like he had grown a second head. “I’ve told you that I wanted to do it before the wedding, but then we… well…”

“R-right,” Neville shook his head. “I remember.”

“He… didn’t take it well,” (Y/N) sighed, wringing her wrist. “Argued with me in front of some students, not many, but enough to cause a little scene…”

“That’s horrid,” Neville said, shaking his head.

“Said some nasty things about—well, it doesn’t matter what about, I suppose,” (Y/N) shrugged lightly. “Just nasty.”

“He’s the one,” Neville said plainly, now staring directly at (Y/N). “The one that got in your head, about the pure-blood thing, right?” (Y/N) didn’t answer, only to look down at her shoes. “Blimey, he blamed it on your status, didn’t he? (Y/N)?” He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his warm fingers taping lightly against her robe. 

“Something like that,” (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah.”

“He’s an idiot,” Neville said, tone unwavering. The look in (Y/N)’s eyes was one Neville wasn’t familiar with, almost a flicker of disappointment, maybe in herself? “Tell you what,” he removed his hand from her shoulder. “Do you have plans this evening?”

“I have to oversee detention,” (Y/N) said, shaking her head a bit. “But otherwise, no. Why do you ask?”

“You need a bit of cheering up,” Neville said, placing his hands on his hips. “Come over after detention,” his face twisted into a toothy grin, stretching to his ears. “I’ll cook you something, or we can just have tea, y’know, chat.”

“This sounds an awful lot like a date,” (Y/N) smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you asking me on a date, Neville Longbottom?”

“I suppose I am,” he laughed, almost beside himself. “Yeah.”

“Should I wear something fancy?” She said, hands pulling at the edges of her robes. “A dress, maybe?” 

“I-if you feel inclined, sure,” Neville nodded. “Though it’s just me…”

“All the more reason, then,” (Y/N) said, pushing his shoulder lightly, playfully giving it a pat. “The detention shouldn’t take too long, I keep my cauldrons sparkling normally, Jane and Maria will get it done quickly.”

“Great,” Neville nodded again, swallowing thickly. “I’ll see you later tonight, then?”

“It’s a date,” (Y/N) winked, walking back to her chambers with a spring in her step, practically floating across the floor.

“Merlin,” Neville mumbled, clutching his chest, eyes glued to the back of (Y/N)’s robes. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

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Neville paced across the floor of his living room. It was small, only large enough for a couch, a coffee table and the fireplace. (Y/N)’s place was bigger, he recalled, bringing back memories of frequent tea breaks and chats. Neville decided he liked the smaller space, it gave it a homey feel, plants surrounding every nook and cranny that he could find.

A quick rap was heard at his door, causing Neville to throw himself into a slight panic. A few short breaths, he bucked up the courage to go and answer it. Upon opening the door, there (Y/N) stood, dressed in a silver gown, length touching just below her knees, the glow of the fabric radiating off the candlelight of his chambers.

“Wow…” was all Neville could make out, feeling his face grow hot to the touch. “You look… just… wow.”

“You think?” (Y/N) said, glancing down at her dress, gripping the sides of the skirt lightly, bellowing it out. “It’s the same dress that I wore to—”

“Slughorn’s Christmas party, yeah,” Neville nodded, recalling the dress. Even then, he thought she looked ethereal, unreal to the human eye. “I remember,” he glanced at the neckline of the dress, touching the bottom of (Y/N)’s collarbone. “You got the lamb sauce out,” he lifted his finger, drawing a circle near the hem.

“I did,” (Y/N) nodded, pulling at the fabric. “It took a few charms and tries, but I managed,” she giggled, recalling the young Gryffindor spilling his plate onto her dress. “I’m still glad you did that, though, even on accident. Managed to get us to leave that dreadful party early,” (Y/N) hummed, rocking onto her toes.

“I’m still sorry,” Neville sighed, rubbing his neck. He had apologized a billion and a half times about the whole incident in the moment, only feeling worse about it after the fact. “I’m glad you were able to clean the dress, though. It looks nice.”

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said bashfully, now feeling a heat trace the bridge of her nose. “Can I…?” she motioned her hand into the doorway, Neville pushing himself to the side.

“Oh! Of course!” He jumped over, allowing (Y/N) to enter.

The living area that (Y/N) was used to was completely transformed, the couch was pushed against the wall, what looked to be a spare bedsheet covered the floor along with various cushions and pillows. The fireplace was roaring, looking to be freshly stoked, candles floating gently through the air of the chamber along with the sweet scent of pumpkins. 

“Oh…” (Y/N) stood just inside of the door, eyes floating from candle to candle, watching them almost collide. “Nev…”

“D-do you like it?” Neville asked, feeling smaller than a pygmy puff.

“I love it,” (Y/N) nodded softly, unsure of what else to say. “You did all of this… for me?”

“Yeah,” Neville said, ushering (Y/N) over to the impromptu picnic. They both settled onto the blanket, feeling the flickers of the fire warming their legs. “I mean, you only have a first date with the girl you’ve been mad for—for years—only once, right?”

“I suppose,” (Y/N) smiled, feeling the familiar prickling of tears in the corners of her eyes. “You really didn’t have to go all out though…”

“It’s nothing,” Neville shrugged, handing (Y/N) a glass filled with a sparkling red drink, the bubbles turning blue as they popped to the top. “I got that from Madam Rosmerta today, she said it’d pair well with the pumpkin pasties.”

“You got pumpkin pasties?” (Y/N)’s eyes lit up, a spark of wonder jolting through her very self. They had been her very favorite snack every year on the journey to school, always making sure to bring enough spending money for a few extras to save for later. 

“No,” Neville said, shaking his head. He reached over to a trunk—his old one from school, (Y/N) noted—and pulled out a plate of sloppily-made pasties. “I made some, well, tried to anyway…”

“They look wonderful!” (Y/N) said, excitedly. She hesitantly reached out for one, waiting for a small nod from Neville. Feeling the flaking crust under her fingertips brought her back to the train, back to chatting idly with her mates, wondering what adventures and lessons they’d encounter that school year. “They smell the same, too!”

“I hope they taste as you remember, I begged the shopkeep down at Honeydukes for a recipe. He was awfully nice at saying no, but gave me a few tips,” Neville admitted, watching carefully as (Y/N) took her first bite. “Well?”

“They’re delicious, Neville,” (Y/N) said, taking another large bite. They had tasted similar to the ones she’d grown used to, the warmth and cinnamon overwhelming her senses. “You went all the way to Honeydukes to ask for the recipe?”

“I was already in Hogsmeade,” Neville said, fidgeting with his socks, fingers playing with the purple material. “Had to get the wine from Madam Rosmerta… figured I’d stop in, try my luck.”

“Don’t they sell the pumpkin pasties there?” (Y/N) asked, taking another bite.  

“Ah… well…” Neville’s face grew red, far quicker than (Y/N) was used to seeing. “T-they do, but I wanted to—uhm—make them myself…”

(Y/N) leaned over, placing a soft peck to Neville’s cheek. “It was awfully sweet of you, going out of your way to do that—this, all of it,” (Y/N) said, gesturing to the scene set before her. “It’s rather romantic.”

“I-I was going for that,” Neville gulped. “Romantic, I mean. You really looked like you could use some cheering up earlier, so I wanted to try hard at it, make you smile.”

“You’ve succeeded,” (Y/N) smiled, taking a sip of the bubbling wine. “Madam Rosmerta was right, this does go well with the pasties. Tastes a bit like honeysuckle,” she took another sip. “Thank you, Neville. I really needed something like this, to get my mind off of everything.”

“What Lance said to you wasn’t right,” Neville said, strongly. “You’re not just some pure-blooded blockhead. If anything, he’s the blockhead for saying those things. I reckon he was trying to overcompensate for something—”

“I’m sure he was,” (Y/N) smiled, noting how Neville’s few freckles danced under the firelight. “He’s so full of himself, I can’t believe I ever thought I fancied him.”

“I didn’t help, I’m sure,” Neville said, going back to his socks. “I mean, I was the one to tell you to go for it.”

“We were dumb,” (Y/N) laughed. “I mean, we did have quite a bit of blockage, emotionally, I suppose.”

“The wedding helped.”

“The wedding helped, indeed,” (Y/N) nodded. “It all feels unreal, sitting here with you now.”

“I know,” Neville smiled, now taking a sip of the wine. (Y/N) was right, it did taste like honeysuckle, a bit. “If you told me that five years ago, I’d probably faint—blimey, I’m close to fainting right about now.”

“I get it, feels like a dream, really, actually sitting here with you. On a date,” (Y/N) smiled. “So… what do people normally talk about on dates?”

“I suppose the normal things,” Neville hummed, tapping his fingers on his knee. “Passions, hobbies, family…”

“I guess I’m not very good at this,” (Y/N) said, smiling lightly. “Because we already know all those things about each other.”

“I guess we do,” Neville chuckled.

“Well, I suppose we could try sharing something we’ve never shared with one another?”

“I don’t think there’s anything about me that you don’t already know,” Neville shrugged, sipping his wine again, reaching the end of his glass.

“I reckon I could come up with something,” (Y/N) mumbled, rocking back and forth lightly. “You know how I had an arranged, pure-blooded, courtship set up? By my dad?” Neville nodded, recalling bits and pieces of the story. “I never—blimey this is hard to say out loud—I never told anyone who it was with.”

“You said that it was broken off before you got to school, right? Your mum called it off,” Neville said, trying to remember. “I guess I never really put much thought at to who was on the other end…”

“I can’t even bring myself to say it,” (Y/N) said, throwing her head in her hands. “You’re going to vomit.”

“It wasn’t… no!” Neville’s eyes widened in shock, nearly tipping over the open bottle to his left. “Not—you’re joking, right? Please tell me it’s not—”

“Malfoy,” (Y/N) nodded, face hiding beneath her fingers. “Yeah.”

“I could’ve gone my entire life without that knowledge,” Neville said, face drawing blank. “I mean, just the thought—you and Malfoy—(Y/N) Malfoy, sounds ridiculous!” 

“Alright,” (Y/N) laughed, patting Neville’s arm. “Obviously I was never a fan of the arrangement. My father and Mr. Malfoy made the deal when I was born, they were close friends, colleagues of the Dark Lord,” she recalled, shuddering a bit. “The crossing of our bloodlines would’ve been something ‘extraordinary’ in the pure-blood community, something the Malfoy’s made abundantly clear.”

“I just—wow. Consider me speechless.”

“Enough about my tragic backstory, full of woe and triumph,” (Y/N) laughed, trying to dissolve the tension. “What about you? Got any boggarts in your closet, Longbottom?”

“Not any that can top… that,” Neville admitted, trying to regain his composure. “I suppose there might be one or two things, though…”

“Spill,” (Y/N) chided. “Come on, I shared mine, time to share yours.”

“Do you remember, when we were both in the Hospital Wing after the fight at the Ministry?”

“Can’t hardly forget,” (Y/N) said, pressing her hand to ribcage gently, wincing at the thought. “Still have the scars to prove it, too.”

While Neville had sustained a broken nose, (Y/N) had gotten a few swift kicks to the side, leaving her with a few broken ribs and enough bruising to last a lifetime. The couple resided the next night in the Hospital Wing, recovering.

“That night, when you were sleeping, you were talking—”

“You’ve told me that,” (Y/N) laughed. “I know I say ridiculous things in my sleep, you’ve said that I was going ‘on and on about pumpkin pasties’, very believable of me.”

“Yeah, you were,” Neville chuckled. “But, you also said… something else…”

“Neville, I thought this was a secret about you, not me—”

“I’m getting to it, promise,” Neville said, taking a deep breath. “You were mumbling a bit of things like ‘stop’ and ‘no’, I figured you were having a nightmare. But then, you said, ‘don’t touch him, don’t hurt him’,” a beat of silence. “Then, you said my name. You said it in such a way, so… broken a-and hurt. I reached over to touch you, to make sure you were okay and when I did… you smiled, just a bit, went back to talking about pasties,” Neville’s lips turned upward, his eyes softening. “It was then, I think, yeah. When I knew I loved you.”

“I—wow,” (Y/N) said, her face shining with the brilliance of roses. “That’s… got me beat, for sure.”

“Sorry,” Neville chuckled. “You wanted to hear a secret, it was either that or admit to cheating off you in Potions class.”

“That,” (Y/N) snorted. “That’s hardly a secret, Nev. I let you cheat off me.”

“Still rings true,” Neville said, glancing up at (Y/N), her features highlighted by the firelight. He’d always thought she was beautiful, in any sort of setting and place, but in this moment, the way the warm glow of the fire echoed off her skin just made Neville’s heart soar.

Without thinking, he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s softly, catching her by surprise. His face was scrunched, ever so slightly, almost preparing for a blow. She settled into the kiss, placing her hand on his jaw.  

“Oh,” Neville said, pulling away, just a bit, hands in his lap. “I-I’m sorry, I should’ve asked—”

“Why?” (Y/N) said, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You don’t need to ask permission to kiss me,” she pressed another kiss to his lips, this one softer than the last.

“Feels wrong,” Neville hummed between pecks. “Considering that we’re—”

“Not dating?”

Neville nodded quickly. 

“Well, we should change that,” (Y/N) looked into Neville’s green eyes, golden flecks illuminated by the soft light before them. “Yeah?”

“You think? I thought that we weren’t going to rush into anything,” Neville repeated, emphasizing on his words. “Take it slow?”

“Fuck what we said,” she said pointedly, Neville wincing at her use of words. “Obviously we care a great deal about one another, hell, we can’t even have a normal first date because of how much we already knew one another. Surely we already care for one another in that way, why should it matter?”

“I guess you’re right,” Neville chuckled. “It does seem a bit weird that we’re not… official, when you put it like that.”

“It does, doesn’t it? Besides, people are going to find out about the photo anyway, might as well go all in, right?” (Y/N) giggled, noting the way Neville’s eyes scrunched shut in laughter. “Guess it was inevitable, huh?”

“Guess so,” Neville smiled, his hand resting atop of (Y/N)’s, the warmth between the touch was as warm as the firelight around them. 

“Well?” (Y/N) pointed an eyebrow upward, turning back to the Gryffindor beside her. “Aren’t you going to kiss your girlfriend again? Or is she going to have to do it for you?”

Neville didn’t need to be asked twice.

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[cappuccino-bear]

why I’ve not been posting (possible hiatus notice I guess?)

(talk of mental health problems, including self harm and suicidal thoughts, racism, homophobia and transphobia, and mention of pedophila... if you’re iffy about it skip to the tldr)

hello there, mod V speaking... you can just call me Ccino

you might have noticed the lack of content recently, to cut it short: I’ve been feeling really really bad lately. the “bad mental health” kinda bad. the “goddamit I hate myself because of school” sorta bad. I’ve hit the lowest point in therms of my wellbeing since I was, like, 10, and some old problems started arising again: body image issues, gender dysphoria, internalized homophobia, a million paranoias, suicidal thoughts... and, of course, I started thinking my creations, which I love dearly and I pour all of myself in, were just... bad and stupid.

I started thinking my art was too inconsistent at first, and I promised myself to get better in 2021, maybe simplifying my style. not a big deal after all, right? then it became a problem of “what if -character- can be read as a racist allegory?” and I told myself to do better and expand on their past. then it became “what if -character- can be read as a transphobic allegory?”, and I told myself to give them a better personality. then it was the time for “what if -character- is too childish and their relationship will be read as pedophilia?” and, well, it escalated from there. (you can probably guess which character gave me which fear...)

all of Team V is facets of who I am, or what I want to be, or what people I think are good people; and it was hard for me to accept they might be bad characters, or I could be considered racist/homophobic/transphobic/supporting pedophilia and be “cancelled” over it, with everyone thinking I’m a bad person and no one willing to give me a chance. it became so bad I was considering  just deleting the blog and forgetting about it.

of course I didn’t (I’m still here), and in the end I told myself that I’d post something for Valentine’s day, which is also canonically Nina’s birthday. but, well, it did not feel right to me. it doesn’t feel as right to post here anymore, especially in the ask format. to put it simply, I have so many ideas and so many things that I want to share about my characters, so many stories, that I cannot possibily fit them into asks. plus, with all the changes I want to do, since the paranoias I explained before are still so prevalent.

but, I’m getting better: I’m getting treatment, I stopped going to school for now, and after not drawing for a good while, I’m starting to doodle some stuff again. it’s a long process, I don’t know what’ll happen, and when I will get better, but I’m getting there, even if slowly.

so, to answer the question, “what will it be of ask-team-v? what will it be of these characters?” I don’t really know. I want to post about them more, I want to show the world what I can do, but I want it to be better, and I want to do it at my own pace, and I don’t want it to make me feel bad. I’ll likely just post small doodledumps in the future, some illustrations, some comics, and maybe answer some asks. but I still don’t know when it’ll happen.

TLDR: I was feeling at my worst, and I developed a fear of being canceled because of my poor writing, which paired to my attachment to the characters made me feel worse. now I’m on a road to recovery, and I want to turn this into more of a story which I can expand on, and I’ll answer asks less often, but I don’t really know when I’ll start posting again.

thanks for listening

-Ccino

[ask-sutekinaoaldonza]

//Okay so... I’ve been debating how I should say this for you all since its been more than the ‘couple of weeks’ I said It might be in the last post... ...I am just going to flat out say it since there’s no way to say this without being straight forward about it... Apologies on how rough this is going to sound, I am writing it as I think it out...

I am... not doing well. With Covid19, the election being a fuck all circus on fire with the audience that are just as much of a circus trying to put out the fire as they are pouring gasoline on it, Family right now being not only stressors but also they themselves stressed with the current situation with the world, and with my once love for drawing to relive stress now... becoming as much of a heartache as my anxiety has done to me from past traumas that have been unaddressed... It’s hit to a point where I went to seek some professional help.  ... I’m still having a hard time to even reaching for a tablet pen let alone a pencil to draw- It’s gotten to that point for me. So for right now... This blog is Hiatus. If you want to send asks, I won’t stop you, it will be left open. If you want to PM me, the option is open for you as well. If you want to reach me on Discord, send me a message first cause I’m selective on who I talk to on there for personal reasons... 

To me... If you’d allow me to speak openly... this is very frustrating for me because I keep seeing a pattern where i plan things out for answering all of your lovely asks, to reply back, to design and interact with this community- then I get hit with something that puts everything on hold, time after time again... I know some of you send me positive reinforcement of telling me to get better and to take my time- which I am very grateful and thankful for... then I have that other part of me who has been in the audiences shoes, who wished the artist well but still is frustrated in waiting for content, for them to keep they’re word on the things they were building up to. And- technically- as a Mun I don’t have to explain myself to anyone regarding the blog, It’s Just... I am aware of how it is with this... but I also know its not fair to all of you whose enjoyed the content of Aldonza and what it brings. I am aware that there are those who come on Tumblr and find something that makes there day be a little better via from either a new post or from an old ask my girl answered a while back...     I want to still do that not just for you all but for myself, I’ve enjoyed and loved where this little blog has gotten me and finding common ground with those who have the same spark I’ve had for content and love of creating and story building- ...yet, here I am. Despite having so many ideas and plans for this blog and future projects... I’m here... in this state where I can’t bring myself to even casually doodle something random for my niece. That... This fucks me up, so bad... There are other things of course outside of this but for you all right now, for this blog, that’s all I’ll reveal to you since the rest is pretty personal.

So yes, I and this blog will be on hiatus. And for the time being... I will be crocheting a motherfucking afghan for selfcare relief. I will return with Al and Mouse at a later date... when I am in a better place. Thank you all, so so much. Outside of the few bumps that I’ve had along the way on here. This place and you all have always made me happy. I wish to share the same energy and affection and support that you’ve given me to all of you. Aldonza ain’t going anywhere, you can bet your ass on that. Till next time, or whenever you all want to chat.  - Roscoe the Mun P.S. To make up from all this reading, here be my co-pilot resting cutely, Hotaru the cat.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

So I came across an old livejournal fic I'd forgotten about and loved (silver sixpece by doodle) and was wondering if you'd seen or knew any other non ao3 fic that's amazing and just been forgotten in fandom moves? Thanks!!

Hi Lovely!!

Ah, okay so I don’t usually read any fics on Livejournal because it’s a frustrating medium to read it on – I literally have only read that one fic and only because it was labelled “for a case” LOL – so yeah, the majority of fics I’ve read before Ao3 were on FFNet :P AND I bookmarked over…200 or so Sherlock fics on FFNet, so I can’t list ALL of them here, LOL, so how about I give you a list of my favourite fics from FFNet, plus that LJ one because I do love that fic too :)

Now, I KNOW some of these are on Ao3, but they STARTED at another site and it was where I FIRST found them, so you can check to see if any of these are on Ao3 if you want to bookmark them on your Ao3 account :) 

Regardless, these should not be missed just because they’re not on Ao3! Check them out!

TOP 25 FAVE NON-Ao3 FICS

See also: Alexx’s List of Fics Not on Ao3

His by I'm Nova (T, 1,042 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Possessive Sherlock) – Sherlock doesn't share what he's fond of.

Back in the Saddle by grannysknitting (M, 1,577 w., 1 Ch. || Post TGG AU, Donovan POV, Observation / Introspection, Protective Sherlock, Injured John, Case-ish Fic) – Their first return to solving crime after the pool and the explosion.

206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1,693 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Pre-Slash, Light Angst, Worried Sherlock) – John won't wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.

3:00 in the Morning is a Great Time to Talk by Aztecwarfareandcrumping (K+, 1,775 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Bed Sharing, First Person POV John, Cuddling, Worried Sherlock, Comforting John, Platonic Affection/Love) – "Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" "Obviously."

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine by patster223 (K+, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || H/C & Friendship, Whump) - "I know this is an inconvenience for you, but I would really rather you were awake right now, John." John is unconscious, and Sherlock decides to talk to him anyway. Sherlock/John pre-slash.

Loving John Watson by Spark_Writer (T, 2,036 w., 1 Ch. || Canon Compliant, Angst, Falling in Love, Second Person POV) – You discover early on that you want him. Maybe even the very day you meet.

Ten Hours by morningdawn202 (T, 2,242 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Friendship, Worried Sherlock) - It’s been ten hours since Sherlock saw John last. If you can get past a few of the inconsistencies (like John having a cane) then it’s pretty good.

Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (T, 2,512 w. || Christmas, Fluff, Family, Romance, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock goes to his family’s place for Christmas without John, and Mycroft makes an interesting observation that Sherlock missed.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

On Hiatus: Rotterdam by rukushaka (T, 4,240 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Drama, Couple For A Case, Post-TRF, John Joins Sherlock, No Slash) – “Used them after uni a bit. Purely for research purposes, of course," Sherlock said tiredly, head lolling against John's shoulder." Sherlock goes on a mission alone, or: Two blokes in a luxury hotel in the Netherlands. Non-linear timeline. Set during the Hiatus.

Very Good Indeed by StillWaters1 (T, 4,531 w, 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Doctor John, John Whump) – John Watson was a doctor, trained to observe details; a fact Sherlock had never been more aware of than when a drugged John’s lifesaving instructions were based on an unlabeled syringe and an unconscious murder suspect’s body.

Goodbye, John by XxMildredxX (T, 7,154 w., 1 Ch.  || MCD, Angst, Self Reflection, Saying Goodbye, Holidays,, Scared Sherlock, Bittersweet Ending) – John finds it very difficult to tell Sherlock of his diagnosis, but it seems Sherlock has deduced it himself. As John says goodbye, he and Sherlock struggle with the feelings that this brings on them, and how Sherlock will go on when John has gone.

A Kiss and a Cuddle Should be Sufficient by Evenlodes Friend (M, 7,515 w., 3 Ch. || Romance, Adventure, Voyeurism, Sex Club, Case Fic, Kinks, Gang Bang, Blow Jobs, Group Sex) – To catch their killer, John and Sherlock go to a sex club. Kinky things happen and they talk about it.

Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori (G, 7,725 w., 1 Ch. || MCD, UST/URT, Angst, Euthanasia, Love Confessions) – Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.

Catastrophe Medicine by LaSuen (T, 11,550 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Suspense, Adventure, Whump, Hard Core Bromance) – Chasing after a pyromaniac bomber Sherlock and John wind up in a deserted building which explodes and leaves them trapped under the rubble, both severely injured.

The Hand You're Dealt by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 12,092 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Light Violence, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury, Friendship) – Sherlock, John and several others are trapped in a building when an explosion disrupts the crime scene they are working.

Fear Itself by KCS (K+, 12,289 w., 3 Ch. || Suspense, Friendship) – John is accustomed to being kidnapped by now, but he never expected a criminal to adopt Mycroft's method of doing so, to ensure he comes along without a fight.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock, Rev. Reich.) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does.

Sympathy for the Devil and Mycroft Holmes by scifigrl47 (T, 18,535 w., 2 Ch. || Family, Canon-Compliant, Meddling Mycroft, Big Brother Mycroft) – Mycroft has always protected his younger brother, but there are some things he just can't control. Sherlock's relationship with John Watson is one of them. Set during the first two seasons of Sherlock.

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

And A Doctor by StillWaters1 (T, 27,393 w., 6 Ch. || Friendship, Doctor John, Whump, Soldier / Doctor Dichotomy, Five and One) – It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn't just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That "doctor" actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

[missholoska]

new year's a good time for a fresh start and I have something I need to post across all sites I use. I said I'd be upfront about this when asked about it a couple years ago, so I’ll try and keep this to the point:

if you are following me exclusively for my Sonic art, I would highly recommend not continuing to do so from 2020 onwards.

I'm not officially ~leaving the fandom~ and I don't hate Sonic or anything, but I've become severely burnt out on the series and my desire to be involved with or create content about it is near nonexistent right now. I still love the things I love about Sonic, it's just now on the level of my other non-main interests that I don't constantly draw or think about.

but I'm saying this because I'm aware that having started this blog for the Sonic fanart I've been drawing for over 10 years, there's definitely some amount of people only following me for that and I don't want to keep stringing along those who've been kind enough to show an interest in my silly doodles and projects. I really do appreciate the support over the years, but please cater your following list to your own interests! I won't take it personally :>

(as for my many Sonic fan characters: I've been quietly developing an original story and converting most of my Sonics into original characters since 2017, so they won't all be abandoned! though my fankids are too heavily tied to Sonic to turn them into OCs, so that puts the Werehog Puppies AU on indefinite hiatus. but I still love them forever I promise)

on the other hand if you're here for my Undertale art then good news, there's only going to be more of that than ever :'D like I said in my art summary I'm more excited than ever to keep sharing my ideas and dumb comics for Underswap MH!!

[earthnashes]

Commission Hiatus (and what to expect)

Heyooooooooo, so it's actually been a few days since this officially started, but it's about time I like officially announce it.

From now until December 30th, I will be going on a Commission Hiatus. This means, with the exception of Mini-Commissions, I won't be doing any commissions up until the hiatus is over. Everyone who's got a slot for the Nov/Dec queue will be moved into scheduling for January/February, so this ALSO means I won't be open for commissions up until like... March. I'll probably open queues for that far into the future for anyone who wants to go ahead and just secure a spot then, but I'll let ya'll know when I get closer to the end date of the hiatus.

For anyone a bit outta the loop, here's the journal that puts into context why this is happening:

https://earthsong9405.tumblr.com/post/189063632450/burnt-out-and-commission-hiatus

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So what does this mean? Welp, since I'm not putting every ounce of my focus toward commissions, I will be focusing on creating content of my own making (of which I've been severely neglecting as of late). This includes original work and fan work. So you can expect to see me uploading at a more frequent rate throughout this month and December! Some content you can expect from me:

Fanart | Headcanon Art/Posts:

LoZ

Super Mario

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

MLP

Pokemon???? (maybe, haven't fully decided yet)

Original Work:

Feathers and Flowers

Sigrid and Felipe

Short Animations

And both of which includes stuff in the form of: written stories/fanfiction, comic strips/storyboards, streams, doodles, illustrations, character designs, whatever else I can think of.

I may not be able to get to everything but I'm gonna try to dish out as much as I can, and I'm very excited to share them with ya'll! If there's anything in particular you'd like to see from me in the meantime you're more than welcome to give me suggestions. <:

Now with all of this said, me putting a hold on my commissions does put me in the position of receiving no financial income for the duration of my hiatus. This is because commissions is my full-time job and the primary source of said income. So, if you'd like to support me from now until the hiatus end, or if you're just interested in supporting my content in general, let me take the opportunity to promote ways in doing so!

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My Patreon HERE

I have a patreon that I don't often advertise but it's still very much open to anyone who'd like to become a patron and support my work! Anything as low as a simple dollar is always very much appreciated! As my patron, everything I post is not behind any paywalls and open to everyone, even if you aren't signed up to Patreon in general. Instead, if you choose to support me you will gain access to:

Free artwork for Patrons

Commission Discounts

Simple tutorials and tips

Content and art I don't post anywhere else

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My Ko-Fi HERE

For anyone who'd like to make a small donation in show of support to my work and content but don't wanna sign up for the monthly structure of Patreon, my Ko-fi's a good alternative to this! For now it's simply a tip jar, but I'm trying to think of ways to make it more appealing and offers something in return as a thank you for support. But until then, anything and everything is always appreciated!

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PWYW Icon Commissions HERE

I'll do a spontaneous opening for my Icon Commissions. These aren't available as a regular commission type anywhere from me and is the only way to get one. Like last time, the slot number is already decided: 20 slots will be available when they open and it will be first come first serve. They will be opening this Sunday, 11 AM EST so if interested, keep your eyes peeled for that journal! <:

If you have any questions, concerns, or anything in between please let me know!

Thank you all so much for your support and for following my art. Thank you all for being the best community I could ever ask for. And I hope to continue earning that support; here's hoping you like the content that's to follow!

Thank ya'll so much! <3