Me, Checking My Stats Page For The First Time In A Year: … When And Why Did That Weird One Shot I Wrote

Been reading “He who fights with monsters” lately, on book two, and felt like drawing one of my favorite characters. Meet Sophie Wexler! (Just a wip so far, tryna figure out how to do metallic hair lol)

And then, when trying to write it, you forget one word and have to get sidetracked to the point where you forget what happens in the scene

bonus points if someone comes in and interrupts you and you have to start all over.

Good morning 😊 a little of lawlu to start the day off. (Also please don't repost this thank you!)

The title is “Talk Astral Magic to Me.”

Maybe it’s pre magical disaster earth where it’s still mostly under wraps but Jason somehow finds out. Clive is one of those people intent on figuring out how to level up without monster cores (he hates the icky feeling of monster core auras).

My other ideas were vaguely:

Following the plot of the books from a pining Clive perspective (but that would be LONG)

Outworlders are much more rare and Jason gets kidnapped by the Magic society for research soon after getting his essences. Clive, being their lead Astral Magic researcher, gets put onto studying him but has (obvious) ethical concerns and breaks him out.

I thought of a fantastic fic name. Now what about the plot…

Here's a shitpost meme I drew a while back, with ~book 1 pre-team trio

Sorry I couldn't do the HWFWM fanart stream I wanted to do on Monday, I still had to wrap up stuff for the festival I was drawing at and then I got sick >w>;

Maybe its because I'm sick but I don't care that it's not glazed. I am so TIRED about fretting about posting art online. I don't feel particularly welcome on the internet as an artist anymore, but I still wanna make n share stuff, you know?

They make me miserable

I love that weird sort of joy I get a receiving a comment in another language. It’s different than the rush I get from a normal comment... they just hold a special place in my heart.

I’m not even the main character in my dreams. I’m the side character rooting for her best friend as the love of her life gets married to another woman. I’m a the side character who helps the prince pick the right girl and falls in love with the comedic relief. I’m the extra who ditches it all to go explore the flower fields instead of staying for the drama.

I have to write progress reports for just south of 100 students but all I wanna do is write 😭