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[gioia-writes-and-others]

SO...

In the spirit of "fuck it, we ball" here it is : BLOG 2.0

Note : The author had to create a new blog on February 2025 because tumblr randomly shadowbanned @gioiaalbanoart and its side blog @ashleyknoxtrilogy.... 😒😒

(they're still "alive", in a way)

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I share writing, art and.... other stuff.

My main actual wip that I brag about a lot is the Ashley Knox Trilogy Current status draft zero for the three books because....I work in mysterious ways.

SNIPPETS DRAFT ZERO for the The scarred angel (book 1 of the Ashley Knox trilogy) on AO3 HERE Ashley Knox trilogy DISCORD server if you wanna discuss, see the behind the scene, etc. (don't be shy....) Previous MAIN post because there is quite a lot on it

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OTHER LINKS

WRITING : Banana Fish fanfictions + other originals

ART (abstract)

Main web site

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ABOUT THE HUMAN RUNNING THIS BLOG

No EFL

Author. Artist too.

She/Her : yes, I like my boobs

Proud X generation : I'll probably survive the apocalypse because of that

Pan (I think...?) To make it short : I don't care what gender you are

Somewhere in the demi/gray spectrum and married aro (yes it's possible….)

Probably I swim in other spectrums too but they always said it's because I'm an artist.

Mother of dragons : I have three teens so..... please DON'T INTERACT if you're <18 because my hands are already FULL !

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I'm Bender btw

[gioia-writes-and-others]

Story Base Idea Tag

Rules: Share the original base ideas for your WIPs

Thank you @gaslightwestern 💗

Ashley Knox Trilogy is my curse and obsession

I wanted to show what information is at cells level and how that plays in our life in different ways, showing the outcome both in our reality and from a spiritual pov, knowing that one doesn't exist without the other, whatever each of us might believe 😉

All this with drug cartels in the background and I wanted contrast, balance, evolution and a badass protagonist 💖

Tag (NP) : @wyked-original-writing @alinacapellabooks @cain-e-brookman @wintersennwritings @deanwax @willtheweaver @saturnine-saturneight + OPEN and a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

Story Base Idea Tag

Rules: Share the original base ideas for your WIPs

When Sins Haunt: A journalist flees the wrath of a New York criminal overlord and gets caught up in a cycle of revenge between an ex-socialite and a notorious gang of outlaws.

I wanted to write a revenge western where a socialite-turned-gunslinger goes after a gentleman-turned-outlaw when he ruins her life yet again. One where the two leads contrast (the journalist is in the wrong genre) and for him to be tied to the backstory.

Hell's Half Acre: A runaway socialite struggles to hide her troubled past as she and two headstrong cowboys hunt down a killer. The reason why the socialite fled out west unfolds alongside the murder mystery, with both stories mirroring each other as they unravel.

The backstory for When Sins Haunt is a urban crime drama/tragic romance. Given WSH is a straight-up western, the prequel felt too different in structure and tone. So I said screw it, let's explore the Charlotte's first year out west and make Hell's Half Acre a dual narrative. Sometimes I fear the story is too big and must be split. But I love the idea of two stories mirroring one another and how the parallels would drive the actions of a guilt-ridden protagonist.

I was tagged by @roselinbooks here. Thank you! Tagging @orphanheirs, @gioia-writes-and-others, @fitz-higgins and @leahnardo-da-veggie. No pressure, as always! :)

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[salty-an-disco]

everytime someone says a version of "what if Shifty is intentionally manipulative and maybe even evil–" a part of me dies a little inside

[a-stars-art-blog]

🎸🦈

Sooo…KlavRyan/KlavDar/DaryKlav????

[innocet]

beginning to think you guys dont know that screenwriting is a different skill than prose. yknow. because its a different form. kate orman is my favorite novelist full stop end of sentence but i think it is flat out Nonsense to believe that a novelist who has never written for television or as far as i can tell Any Visual Medium Whatsoever should be the Next Showrunner Of Dr Who. I don't think she knows how to do that

[redmemoirs]

whats funny about ans is i just dont understand when people say zenyuki are taking too long to get together. they are together. they are literally paving the way for their future together bc they know they want it to include each other and will make it happen no matter what. thats already so incredibly romantic idk the actual proposal/marriage part to me will always be for others rather than for themselves bc theyve basically already made that promise to each other and acted on it

[j4mboree]

for the blood meridian cat au i also drew up a design for the judge

i imagine him as like a huge sphynx cat with a long snake like tail and prolly also a forked tongue and he looks very uncanny and not like a cat at all but everybody in the gang kinda just tolerates it cuz hes just like that

[gioia-writes-and-others]

🦐🦐 MIXED FRIED mode ON !!! 🦐🦐

aka WRITING SHARE! (it's been a while!)

In the spirit of "fuck it we ball" AND breaking that unhealty habit of overthinking and procrastinate posting here a few snippets of a scene that gave me quite the headache....and still does 😒

Not the whole scene because....reasons (spoilers?)

Special THANK for the tag to :

@aintgonnatakethis for WIP Weekend

@theeccentricraven for Nine lines Nine people

@willtheweaver for Seven Sentence Sunday Someday and another one on Sunday (not me though 😂)

and @wintersennwritings for WIP Weekend Weekday

Snippets DRAFT ZERO - The scarred angel (Ashley Knox trilogy) AND some art under the cut

CW : blood, injuries,possible torture, swearing, murder

The screen showed what looked like a fingerprint magnified multiple times over.

The red cursor blinked and bit down pixels, the trajectory defined by the code scrolling across the screen generating the necessary electrical impulses, worked like any eraser tool in a graphic software leaving behind large patches of black.

"It's empty now....." the man wearing a white lab coat muttered, basically to no one but himself, squinting through his spectacles at the output on the screen.

His quite imposing stature forced him to sit slightly slouched forward.

Bony pale fingers switched continuously from mouse to keyboard without him taking his eyes off to what on-display.

Except... it wasn't empty.

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One of the two men standing behind White-coat snorted through the handkerchief fabric concealing his nose and mouth :

"What the fuck? He'll trash all those fucking wires you stuck on his head, why you don't sedate the bastard?"

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White-coat chin pointed towards the glass wall that separated them from the gruesome scene : "Shut him down." he instructed the two men, voice neutral and fingers keeping up the typing on the keyboard.

It was the second man's turn to snort as he walked briskly towards the glass door, pulling out a gun from behind the waist band.

The door had barely swung open when the silent blow brought the subject's ordeal to an end, sending splotches of red blood and gray matter all over the wall next to him.

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The two men pulled the plastic coat that covered part of the walls up to the floor underneath the chair, opened the shackles and shoved down the corpse that hit the floor with a heavy thud, rolled it inside the tarp folding the exceeding haphazardly and started to drag the whole thing, one to each side.

"Next time fix that better, would you?" the first one complained loud enough through the fabric.

The other grumbled back something unintelligible, an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips.

Just few minutes before his hand had found the lighter in his pocket to lit it up.

It would had help to bare with the fetor coming from God knows where, since the bastard on the chair was still alive at that point.

But White-coat's stern look, the only moment where the fucker had dignified them with a glance, had stopped him midway.

Clearly this fucker had to be immune to the miasma.

So now, as his comrade was pissing him off, he came back to him that it really did suck they couldn't get rid of this White-coat ass too.

Because the orders, of course.

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When they passed next to the desk where he was abusing his keyboard White-coat instructed : "Bring the next in." still not taking his eyes off from the screen, tone flat.

Both men barked out a groan.

"Fuck man, are you telling me we have to cover it all up again?" blurted out Thug-number-one through the hankie.

At that White-coat finally snapped out from his work.

He tilted his head and in a nervous reflex adjusted his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, like he hadn't fully acknowledge the presence of the two thugs in the lab with him until that very moment.

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The two men finally reached the corridor that leaded to the outside.

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"I'm telling you, this whole thing is rubbing me all wrong." Thug-number-two grumbled again.

Thug-number-one nodded, fucking finally getting rid of the hanky and using it to drab dry the sweat from his brow.

"This son of a bitch is fucking heavy" he chin pointed to the roll tarp "Pick up the next one skinny, shall we?"

Out in the open on the truck's cargo bed were piled up several other corpses already, summarily wrapped in a mess of blood-stained tarp, the layers not to discourage swarms of buzzing flies that lift in the air as the men made an ultimate effort to lift and dump the last dead man's body with the others.

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For a while the only noise came from the flies buzz feasting and the sandy dust scrunching under the soles as the two enjoyed - fucking finally - a well deserved smoke, back leaned against one side of the truck in the only very thin sleeve of shadow.

Then Thug-number-two broke the silence : "The asshole said 'another one'." he tsked.

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Another bunch of seconds trailed while both drag on their cigarette and exhaled smoke then Thug-number-two prompted again : "You know what this shit's about at least?"

At that Thug-number-one made a face, his resolution to keep quiet instantly out : "What? You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"New business man!"

Thug-number-two arched a brow, skeptic.

Thug-number-one insisted eagerly, enjoying the sudden authority that came from being the only one aware of what's going on : "Fuck, man, I'm telling you! All this shit? Progress, man!"

Thug-number-two gave him an unimpressed look : "Fuck progress, has Moreno said that?" he almost pouted.

"Man, are you against progress?" Thug-number-two mocked him.

The other shrugged : "Fuck off!" he muttered averting his gaze, then spat on the ground and sucked on the cigarette keeping silence, all to underline his contempt.

Thug-number-one toke his time and let his comrade sunk in his bad mood for a bit, then chucked the butt in the dust, snuffed it with the heel and conceded : "Moreno didn't say shit".

He straightened up and adjusted the belt under his prominent stomach : "I've picked things up by myself. See all that crap now, computers and stuff?"

The other gave him the eye, but clearly enough he wanted to know.

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Also working some art for one of my OCs, Frank Morales....not there yet in the way I imagine him but wip

(The girl is not happy about it....😅)

Aight, let's tag some people (np) + OPEN TAG and a drink 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻

@kiennwrites @gaslightwestern @onravenshill

@falco-underscore-77 @bonnibelleangelica @ncashmanfiction

@the-golden-comet @legalownerofufoemoji @dragoninatrenchcoat

@bluefiredesire @aalinaaaaaa @illarian-rambling

@lunaeuphternal @zackprincebooks @wyked-rebellion

@vesanal @jev-urisk @badscientist

@peach-the-gospel @jacobwren @inadequatecowboy

@orphanheirs @riveriafalll @saturnine-saturneight

@cowboybrunch @words-after-midnight

@letterboxd-in @angofwords

@deanwax @thecomfywriter @leahnardo-da-veggie

@lychhiker @avaseofpeonies @alinacapellabooks

@mapplesand @kaeru483 @dnschmidt

@keeping-writing-frosty @ryns-ramblings @aspiring-dreamer

@rivenantiqnerd @pertweefan1970 @agirlandherquill

@innerthoughtsmonologue

@noxxytocin @moltenwrites

[gifti3]

sometimes i kinda forget about the yandere aspect of ray and then ill remember he killed blaze cause he flirted too hard at the mc

[biblicalhorror]

The yj subreddit is a cesspool of bad takes most of the time but I just saw someone make the connection between the strawberry lube and the fact that Shauna is shown eating "strawberries" when she's eating Jackie and I'm vibrating

[uncanny-tranny]

You know, I feel like other trans people might get this, but it's honestly kind of refreshing when a cis person has, like, undeniable tboy/tgirl/whatever swag. It's like when you come across somebody who speaks the same language as you and you only find out when they start speaking it, too.

[ashleyknoxtrilogy]

🦐 MIXED FRIED / Writing share ( with ART) 🦐

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THANK YOU for all the open tags to 🦐@the-golden-comet HERE

and HERE and for all the OPEN KISSES tags HERE HERE 🦐

+ various flavors of writing share to 🦐 @tragedycoded HERE ,

🦐 @peach-the-gospel HERE and 🦐 @aalinaaaaaa HERE

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Wip The scarred angel / DRAFT Zero - actual chp 9 "The den"

ART (IbisPaint, yes, I'm playing with it) + Text under the cut / CW body fluids (?)

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What they see are metal bars running from the ground to the ceiling same as a prison cell, bare and completely empty but for the deadly stink of urine mingled with the stale of other non specified substances.

Ashley clenches her teeth while she swipes the rye of the torch's light over the rock walls, the unwilling tension clasping at her nape and the pit of her stomach obviously going unnoticed by the two women with her.

Which is exactly how it has to be.

The lingering stink reminding ammonia's does speak loud enough about people that have been held captive inside.

Now the cell's door has been left locked, the key nowhere to be seen.

Since there is nothing more to check they resume the inspection and walk deeper into the gallery.

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Eyes open wide in shock when they push open the second door.

"Is this a lab ?" Amy speaks first, almost in aw, while she takes in the surroundings.

A fair work has been achieved to get this part of the gallery almost matching a typical white collar working space, including a ventilation system and rather some equipment, considering what's been left, to re-create a functional setting.

"They lack on the decoration side..."Amy mutters in bitter irony to balance the surprise.

These walls are bare indeed but for a few office magnetic boards that have been swiped clean, and a regular paper print of the Holy Mary stuck crookedly on the wall near the entrance.

Amy follows Ashley's gaze lingering over that one.

"Do they pray?" she asks not holding back the disbelief in her pitch at the sight of the sacred image.

Pretty much out of place, to say the least, borderline surrealistic.

Ashley's eyes narrow for a moment, brow furrowed, then she shrugs as a response and sweeps her attention across the rest of the space.

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Drink of the week 🍻☕🍷☕ 🍹🍻 + tag (NP) to :

@cowboybrunch @lavender-gloom @mk-writes-stuff

@deanwax @alinacapellabooks @wyked-ao3

@dismalstation @lunaeuphternal @malignant-biomass

@jacobwren @legalownerofufoemoji

@zackprincebooks @abiteofhoney @vesanal

@inadequatecowboy @bluefiredesire

@oleanderbailey @theeccentricraven @willtheweaver

@mapplesand @dnschmidt

@thecomfywriter @ryns-ramblings

@aspiring-dreamer @illarian-rambling

@cloudyempress8888 @pertweefan1970

@agirlandherquill @leahnardo-da-veggie

@words-after-midnight @the-letterbox-archives @rivenantiqnerd

@noxxytocin @moltenwrites

@innerthoughtsmonologue @jev-urisk

@lychhiker-writes @avaseofpeonies @aintgonnatakethis

@castiels-favorite-hunter @badscientist @saturnine-saturneight @orphanheirs @lullabynorth @riveriafalll

[vaguely-concerned]

it's so interesting that gideon opens his heart so quickly and completely and irrevocably to twig, while regarding mishka -- a parallel little sister/kid figure with some worrying hag magic attached, who also is in a situation similar to and has overlapping trauma with his own; they both have the scars of manacles around their wrists and are exploited for some inborn capacity other people want to make use of -- with such measured distanced distrust. and any reason you want to imagine there makes so much sense! it could be it's just too much like his own situation and he can't go there without getting into contact with things in himself he'd rather not feel or remember. might be instinctive flinch-away from still dealing with what happened to twig (and then jabberwock party wipe horror on top of that as a further attachment anxiety booster -- he didn't see kremy die since he's the first to go, but he sure gets to hear the story afterwards), and not wanting to risk that pain again so soon. twig meeting him at a moment where he was ready to let someone into his fiercely guarded in-group, and mishka didn't? just plain differences in personal chemistry (again... mishka is a lot like him in a lot of ways. perhaps. too much for comfort from some angles)?

if his trauma brain has decided that NO I've got kremy under one wing and twigsy under the other and sorry kid I only have two fucking wings, nothing is ever going to take this from me again while I'm alive to fight for it (the way they took my dad and my home and all those years of my life)... biggest FAIR ENOUGH GID! AS YOU WERE GID YOU DO YOU GID!! in history honestly even if it is a bit unfair to mishka

[samaraxmorgan]

I was reading this fic by @sukunasteeth and I just HAD to draw him <3 the fic is SO GOOD btw go read it if you haven’t!!!!

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

[coconut530]

PROPOSAAAAALLLLLLL