I stare at my one note page for my mha fic longingly, I turn to the gods of hyperfixation and plead and pray for aid in finishing this one chapter. It has been sitting in this page, 80% finished, only the ending to go for over a year now. It has been edited and rewritten to perfection, but the ending fizzles out and dies before I can write it.
“Just do it,” I tell myself, “just sit yourself down and write something, anything, it can’t hurt.”
So I do, for several days, often for hours at a time, skipping meals and procrastinating going to the bathroom until my bowels are fit to burst, getting lost in my fixation to write and finish what I started. There are people who have been waiting patiently, people an update might mean the world to who are counting on me.
After a few months of this, scattered across what few days I could spare I sit back and take in what I’ve done.
“You did it,” my beta reader says, joy picking up an edge in their voice, “you finally did it,”
“Yes,” I say, “I have planned out 3 seperate au’s for 2 different horror podcasts I listen to, made a playlist for one of them, and written 1,000 words each on two seperate voltron whump fics!”
There’s a moment I take in what I say…
Then my forehead meets the table Infront of my laptop, and I curse out the gods that be.
Bruh at this point in the year I’m so burnt out my mind is tugging on my shirt and with such innocent childlike eyes asking me oh so politely with little shining puppy dog eyes if we can ‘pretty please go home now?’ And m8 I do not have the capacity to say no no matter how much shit I’m behind on.
Yes, the next chapter of Blood Born will be coming out at some point. Yes I am aware that it has been almost three months and yes I know nobody asked but I felt like I owed y’all an explanation anyway…
Self-deprecating inner monologue & backstory that involves several years of lethargic depression
Shut up, I don’t have a problem (・_・;)
I’ll go first. All my characters have a habit of Raising a Single Eyebrow.
I don’t draw stuff from my Blood Born AU much but I couldn’t stop picturing this damn reunion scene in my head, and I reeeeeeally wanted to draw their expressions. However shitty it ended up. So here’s a tease for… ah…a chapter that will come at some point in the future i guess? I’m in the midst of writing it now, but it will be a while before it actually comes out, so go ham. I’ll probably be doing a master post for this au at some point but for now here’s the link to my fic for anyone who’s interested: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28099935/chapters/68849190
First: once you know something’s name you have power over it. This is an old, old rule. Be careful giving out your name, because if it can be given it can be taken, and you along with it.
Second: the fae love beautiful things, and they will steal what they love. Sometimes it is to keep the object of their affection pristine and unaging, unravaged by time; sometimes it is just for the sake of having it. (They don’t love in the same way we do.)
Third: a changeling is a replica created to hide a theft. Sometimes it is a fae creature fully alive and wearing a stolen face. Sometimes it is simply a bundle of branches wrapped in magic, meant to die a wasting death and leave mourners who never suspect the truth.
Last: our city was beautiful. It was known far and wide, and because of that had names spoken in many different tongues. But it was not so hard to gather them all, in the end.
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Some concept art for an assignment and current pet project: Spirit of the Red, story pitch under the cut:
"After a mysterious explosion that wiped out the city of Nirashi, the race is on to find the secret behind ‘The Red’, the unimaginably destructive force that was somehow able to break one of the most foundational rules of spiritualism, and destroy life energy itself.
10 years later, one of the survivors, Sen, discovers he holds the secret to unlocking the mystery, and fearing its misuse, is now on a mission to destroy it within himself. Hopefully, before anyone else finds out it could happen again if he isn’t careful, and maybe take the world out with him."
reblog this if your icon could kill a man
discourse about redemption arcs would vastly improve if instead of always asking “is this character redeemable?” people started asking “what message would it send to redeem this character?” and “would it be logical or satisfying on a narrative level to redeem this character?”
It's just profile pictures/shoulders up at the moment, nothing too crazy, but if you wanted an icon for yourself, a friend or a character, without struggling to find the perfect picrew, I'm your man.
(Full disclosure, I have no idea what I'm doing.... please be nice)
I made something
Sometimes i draw shit, sometimes i write shit, sometimes both at the same time.♠ Aro/Ace, (They/Them), Chaotic Good Disaster, definitely a human person
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