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But why was it so hard?
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The finished product in honor of Chapter 10 coming out in my Muses and Melancholy fic.
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Made a little character profile sheet for my Palia OC, inspired by the Stardew Valley one that's been going around.
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And now that the game has been released on Steam, here is the empty .psd template if you'd like to fill it in for your own character. Please feel free to tag me if you use it! The download is free of course, but if you'd like to support me.
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athenagc94 · 1 day
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Gods, I love the romance system in this game. I no longer have to choose between dramatic goth and grumpy heart of gold.
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athenagc94 · 3 days
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That special flavour writer’s block when people like your previous work so you’re petrified of writing something disappointing next
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athenagc94 · 4 days
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For those who know nothing about me... I absolutely LOVE fake dating as a trope. The tension as "fake" feelings become "not-so-fake" feelings is my bread and butter.
So... I have decided to venture back to a trope I love (and have already explored in other fandoms) with this new Hassian fic. I spent all of last night plotting it, so now I have a rough idea of where the story is going.
Stay tuned!
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athenagc94 · 5 days
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As I’ve wrap up editing my Jel x OC fic, I see myself turning my sights to other Palia men. Perhaps, a Hassian fic is in my future. I already have an idea brewing Hehehe.
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athenagc94 · 5 days
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You know that one scene from Anastasia where Dmitri sees her all dressed up. Jel seeing my OC Solise for the first time in the dress he made for her.
Gods, I'm rusty but here's a partial look. I wish I could accurately draw her dress. The words made it easy, but alas my hand could not.
Anyway... Check out my fic here.
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athenagc94 · 5 days
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INTRODUCTION.
↳ socials / writings / original characters
hello, hello, i'm billie (he/they), and i'm a 21+ year old aspiring (but struggling) writer who has a bad habit of throwing out months of progress to rewrite the entire wip. i enjoy spending two+ months reading the same book (sometimes it'll only take me a month), listening to music, playing video games and never finishing them, and writing if that wasn't obvious. all of my works contain queer characters, found families and complex characters who have questionable morals. due to my works delving into heavy themes, some of the content on my blog mirrors that, so if you're a minor, please be aware of the fact in case you follow. this account is both ask and tag game friendly, albeit a bit slow at times, and at times forgetful with tag games.
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CURSED BODIES.
↳ intro / tag / character introductions / inspo
with the death of mayumi sakamoto, a war began between the ashford brothers, whether the eldest of the two was aware of the fact. the youngest, theodore ashford, wanted to make it right to her, and with his desire to do so, unwillingly stepped into london's criminal underground where he's faced with the city's most notorious criminals. where most would’ve run, theo found an opportunity in their presence, because if theo wanted to take down a criminal, the best way to do so was to work alongside london’s most infamous.
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SINK YOUR TEETH.
↳ intro / inspo
the disappearance of leonardo cortez was haunting to his sister. she refused to believe the words of her family, not wanting to believe that through leon's hatred toward their parents had been what drove him away. dinah cortez knew better. she knew that her brother would never do that to her. she knew that it was something different with everything he had said to her in his last email. while leon might've had his own theories, all dinah knew was that something happened to her brother and she was willing to do anything that it took to find him, completely unaware of the monster's nest she was stepping into.
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athenagc94 · 5 days
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omg the angst in chapter 8 of the jel x oc fanfic!!!! i’m eating this up so much!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
Ahhhhhhh!!!! Thank you so much!
I'm not usually someone who writes this much angst, but Jel is an angsty boy, so it seemed warranted. Just you wait, the angst just keeps on coming!
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athenagc94 · 5 days
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Elliott x Farmer Fic Sneak Peak
Here is a little sneak peek of the "meet cute" for my Farmer (Cassandra) and Elliott in a new fic that I've been working on in celebration of the 1.6 Update.
Enjoy!
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The plastic tablecloth shuttered and only then did Cassandra notice the pair of legs sticking out from under it. She traced the green trousers all the way down to the fine wing-tipped loafers, curiosity spiking. It was a little early in the day for someone to drink themselves under the table.
She scanned the crowd, marking the usual suspects.  
Pam, Shane, Clint—all of them were accounted for, so she had no idea who this was. Lewis would have a conniption if he found someone passed out under the table, so she decided to take one for the team and help the poor sap out. 
“Hey?” 
The legs twitched as she knelt in the sand. 
“You alright there, champ?” 
“Yes, well, no—I mean, yes?” 
Cassandra downed the rest of her cup, the dull burn of whiskey coating her throat. She needed more liquid courage to deal with this kind of fuckery. “Which is it? Yes, or no?” 
“Yes, I’m quite alright. I just dropped something, yes, that’s it and I think it drifted under the table. I was, well, searching for it, but I can’t seem to find it. Oh, well.”  
They shimmied out from under the table. 
A man brushed sand from the front of his double-breasted suit coat. He looked like he stepped straight out of a period romance novel with his chiseled jawline and flowing auburn hair. He tied it back with a ribbon the same shade of spring green as his eyes. 
It was a bold choice for the beach luau... in the middle of summer... but who was she to judge? Cassandra hadn’t changed out of her mud-stained jeans. 
“Hello,” he said with a timid smile. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you.” 
“Oh, you’re fine. I just didn’t want anyone tripping over you.” She offered her hand and helped him to his feet. He stood a head taller, which was something seeing as she stood just over six feet herself. “What did you drop?” 
He blinked. “Pardon?” 
“You said you dropped something?” 
His brow pinched. “Right, yes, I did say that didn’t I? I dropped, uh, a feather. Yes. A lovely duck feather that I found while wandering the Cindersap Forest the other day. I had it tucked away in my pocket for good luck, but a particularly strong gust rolled off the water and swept it away.” 
He licked his lips which might have drawn more than a glance if she hadn’t been picturing this man chasing a duck feather down the length of the beach. The mental image was so absurd, she smiled. 
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athenagc94 · 6 days
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Hello, Writeblr! I am Solveiga (she/her), writer of stories about folklore and horror and a drinker of tea. I am currently revising a complete draft of the manuscript, and I am looking to make some friends.
THE BASICS
Europe / mid-20s / history & folklore enthusiast
Love horror, mystery, fantasy, chosen family, slow burn romance, dysfunctional families.
If you like stories with morally flawed characters full of sacrifices and betrayals, religious trauma, and found family, then you might be interested in my writing.
I am terribly afraid of lightning despite writing about the gods of thunder.
GOALS
Make some friends here in the community. Just want to scream and get excited about other people's WIPs.
Get my hands on the edits of my draft, and hone my writing skills.
Maybe query? We will see about that!
Read more books in 2024.
It means a lot to me when someone shows support or interest in my work. Feel free to interact or drop me a message.
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athenagc94 · 6 days
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Muses and Melancholy
Here is the first chapter of my Jel x OC fanfic which I've been posting on AO3 which can be found here.
I might continue to post on here in addition to AO3 depending on the kind of traction this gets. I hope you all enjoy!
Jel needs all the love, and I am starved for content.
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Jel was a little...  
Oh, what was that charming turn-a-phrase that Amara liked to use?  
Pedantic and ornery .  
He liked things to be just so, but could anyone blame him for striving for nothing short of perfection? When it came time to choose his path, Jel knew he wanted to be a tailor. To follow his mother and the long line of Omiata women before him was an honor. Majiri nobles held his family in high esteem, traveling far and wide to commission clothing from his family, though that task had grown significantly easier now that his sisters had opened branches of their own.  
Every piece needed to serve as a perfect reflection of the person wearing it. That’s what his mother had always told him, and he took that advice to heart. Honing that facet of design turned out to be harder than he realized, so yes, he could be a tad pedantic at times, but ornery—never.  
Jel clenched several pins between his teeth as he assessed the strips of shimmering purple silk hung from Tish’s waist. Displeasure pinched his brow as he peered between his concept and the reality in front of him. He motioned for her to twirl, the strips rippling like water as she did, which only succeeded in troubling him further.  
While no one could argue that he could throw Tish in a moldy burlap sack and still call it vogue, the garment should never overpower its model like it was now.  
Inspiration struck during one of his moonlit strolls when he happened upon a crystal lotus bobbing on the swirling green waters of the lagoon. He stared at the vaguely luminescent petals as he considered the darkness in his soul until they were all he could think about. Unfortunately, the inspiration stopped there, forcing him to consider whether this concept should have remained just that.  
“That bad, huh?”  
He blinked to refocus on Tish who gazed at his reflection in the full-length mirror, sympathetic if not vaguely amused by his turmoil. “Out with it. You look unhappy,” she continued, “Well, unhappier than usual.”  
“I’m perfectly content. Just... pondering,” he insisted, his words muffled by the pins.  
The longer he stared, the more he disliked it, though he couldn’t decide what it was that he disliked. The silhouette, the length, the color? Ugh . He scratched irritably at the back of his head. This seemed to be the trend as of late. Nothing felt right. He had so many ideas swirling around in his mind after years of traveling the continent, but nothing tangible.  
Months had passed, leaving him trapped on the cusp of something , but he had no idea what that something was.  
Tish fidgeted under his discerning gaze. She always offered to model, but she struggled to sit still for long, though she was leaps and bounds better than her excitable brother whom he had to chase around the studio with pins.  
“What was your inspiration again?”  
“A crystal lotus,” he sighed, “Bobbing on the waters of the lagoon.”  
She considered her reflection, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. “Given the Majiri’s cooler complexion, wouldn’t it have been better to enhance it by making the dress resemble water, and the wearer signify the lotus? You should have made the dress—”  
“Green!”  
He plucked the pins from his mouth and stuck them in the cushion strapped to his wrist. He could see it now, a vivid blue-green fabric with a hand-beaded design to resemble twisting algae. It would have complemented her skin beautifully to achieve the shimmering glow of the lotus flower.  
He collapsed on the stool at his drafting table. “You’re absolutely right. I went about this backward. I should have realized it before I went through the effort of dying the fabric.”  
Purple—what had he been thinking? Such a waste of good silk.  
“I think it’s still salvageable,” Tish insisted, “It just might work better on a Human.”  
Jel paused. Human skin tones varied, allowing the use of a broader color palette he never got to explore working with Majiri. From rosy peach to deepest umber, this shade of purple was bound to look good on one of them. With more and more Humans milling about the village each day, he would soon have to expand his collection to consider them as well.  
“Maybe you’re right.”  
“I usually am.”  
Before he could find a clever response, the shop door jingled downstairs. Jel massaged his temples. This creative nightmare would have to wait until later.  
“Wait here,” he said as he replaced his tinted glasses and made for the door, “We’ll get you out of that monstrosity once I return.”  
Magistrate Eshe, an aging woman with gray lacing her dark hair, stood near the counter. She gripped the head of her lacquered cane tightly with her fist. Her distaste showed plainly on her face, a sneer deepening the creases on her jowls.  
Sensing his presence, she pointed her smoldering cigarette at him. He froze at the top of the stairs as if she’d burned him with it. “It’s bad for business to leave your clients waiting.”  
“Magistrate Eshe.” He removed his glasses and bowed. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting. You usually call ahead when you—”  
“Enough jabbering. Come here, there’s a matter I wish to discuss with you, and I don’t have time to waste on pleasantries. Quickly, now.” She snapped her fingers as if she were summoning her riffroc. Jel scampered to join her on the first floor.  
Eshe held herself with a regal air, her chin lifted as if to say that she existed above everyone and everything. And perhaps, she did. The magistrate held a lot of sway in Kilima Village and Bahari proper. She had connections to the duchess. If she disliked you, she could make life difficult. Her mannerisms reminded him of his mother, though neither would be pleased by the comparison. They were what others called friendly enemies . His mother had a lot of those. Eshe probably did too.  
Jel could never imagine surrounding himself with people who loathed him, but their lives were vastly different from his.  
Her frown deepened as she scanned the mannequins near the door. He resisted the urge to fluff the nearest garment, knowing she’d take it as weakness. “What can I help you with?”  
“I have a commission for you.”  
He fumbled his glasses, nearly dropping them. “Really?”  
She hummed though she had yet to look at him directly. Eye contact was beneath her. He was beneath her. “Two, actually. As I’m sure you’re already aware, the Bahari Ball is right around the corner.”  
53 days to be exact, but who was counting?  
“Kenyatta needs a new dress. Usually, a momentous occasion like this would require a more polished hand, but Kenyatta insisted you be the one to make her dress this year.”  
Jel sensed her displeasure despite her attempts to feign indifference. Arguments between Eshe and Kenyatta were common, but he rarely found himself in the crossfire. Rarer still did he find himself coming out ahead.  
He tempered his excitement. “And the second commission?”  
“A Human will be attending this year as well to represent our community. I’ll need a dress for her as well.”  
Eshe had never made jokes, but there was a first time for everything.   
Majiri prided themselves on their hospitality, but the magistrate found the sudden surge of Humans within the village cumbersome. She valued tradition and order. Most Majiri failed to meet her high expectations. Humans still had a lot to learn in her eyes, and she had no qualms about saying it to their face.  
Inviting a Human to the biggest event of the year felt uncharacteristic, especially when so many Majiri sought invitations for themselves and rarely received one.  
“A Human, ma’am?”  
She finally turned her sharp gaze on him. He jolted as if she had struck him instead. “Yes. A Human. Is that a problem?”  
“No, of course not, I only meant—”  
He stopped himself before he said something damning. While a Human had received an invitation, he had yet to hear back from his mother regarding his attendance at the ball. She would be going, along with his sisters, but Jel feared another year would pass without him. Technically, he was not an official artisan, nor did he represent the Omiata family until then, so appearing in noble society with them was vastly inappropriate, but he had hoped his mother might make an exception.  
The Bahari Ball was the event of the year. Nobles flaunted the latest fashion made by the finest designers—his mother and sisters among them. He couldn’t stand to be left out again when it was all anyone would talk about for months to come.  
“I’ll be informing our representative today, so expect her and Kenyatta sometime this week for an initial consultation and measurements,” Eshe continued when he failed to finish his thought, “I expect the best, so try not to fall short of expectation, I would hate for your mother to learn you folded under the pressure.”  
Jel understood a threat when he heard one. “I wouldn’t dream of letting you down.”  
A bit of ash fell from the end of her cigarette as she adjusted it in her hand. “See that you don’t. I won’t be a made a fool in front of every Majiri noble on this side of the bay, is that understood?”  
“Understood.”  
Without another word, Eshe spun on her heel, the cape of her fur-lined coat swishing as she sauntered from his shop. Jel stared after her, his mind a mess of questions with very few answers to satiate them.  
Did that just happen? Was it all a dream? It had to be a dream.  
He slapped his cheeks, only succeeding in making them sting. Okay, not a dream.  
Tish whistled. Jel looked up to see her narrow face pressed between the bars. “How much of that did you hear?”   
“All of it. Duh. Who do you take me for?” She stood and brushed off the front of his dress. It looked even worse under the harsh shop light. Shame curled his shoulders. “Honestly, I didn’t even know Kenyatta knew your name.”  
“She knows my name.”  
“If I recall correctly, she calls you Jelly .”  
“Close enough. Either way, she wants me to design her dress. This is...”  
Good? Good didn’t seem to cover the swirl of complicated emotions welling in his chest. Elated, perhaps? No, this was more than elation. This was arguably the most important commission he received to date. Designing a dress for the ball came with the crushing weight of expectation, and the overwhelming urge to shove his head in the lagoon and scream.  
He had to ensure everything went off without a hitch. The alternative was social and professional ruin.  
Tish inclined her head. “I think the word you’re looking for is good .”  
His shoulders pinched as he turned to join her. Each step felt like wading through the heavy muck at the bottom of the lagoon. “Yes, good. Splendid, serendipitous even. I could finally garner my mother’s attention if Kenyatta’s dress is a hit.”  
“Or the Human’s dress.”  
He hesitated. It was embarrassing to admit he was deeply envious of a person he had not yet had the pleasure of knowing. “Right.”  
“Who do you think she’s inviting?” Tish asked once they stepped back into his workshop. “A few people come to mind, but I’m not sure if anyone has impressed Eshe enough to earn a spot at the ball. Her choice can’t be random.”  
Jel averted his gaze to hide his frown. To think Eshe might be handing out an invitation to someone who wouldn’t appreciate the ball and its tradition made him irrationally upset—more than he cared to admit.  
“I have my guesses as well,” he mumbled, “but I trust Eshe will pick someone worthy of the honor, and I will take it upon myself to ensure they are dressed for success.”  
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athenagc94 · 6 days
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Hello everyone, my name is Artemis and this is my (re) introduction to the writeblr community, I will try to use this account more since I'm trying to get back into writing!
Basic info ;
My name is Artemis, I'm 21 years old and my pronouns are she/her. I follow from my main blog @girltomripley !!
I'm Mexican, English is not my first language so I write most of my stuff in Spanish, but I sometimes translate it in case I want to share it with someone else.
Some of my favorite stuff: Taylor Swift, movies (my top 4: The Talented Mr. Ripley, Somewhere, Broadcast News, and Ghost World), Silvia Moreno García books, 60s-90s Hollywood, alternative rock music, Taylor Jenkins Reid books.
What I like to write about: Dramedy stories, often set in the 20th century, family drama, father/daughter relationships (bonus points if they're not actually related), road trip stories, characters of color, women leads, and queer relationships.
I am currently studying illustration and concept art in college, so other than writing, drawing is something I also enjoy doing (and I hope to share here as well).
While I don't post a lof of NSFW stuff (and if I do, I'll tag it), I'd prefer if you were at least over 16 if you want to be mutuals!
Please interact with this post so we can be mutuals! And don't be afraid to send me an ask/message me to talk about your own stories/ask about mine!
My WIP'S ;
While I do have multiple of unfinished works in progress, most of them are just ideas or fanfics. My main WIP and probably the one I'll talk about the most is In the Angel's City:
In the Angel's City (drama) ; A hollywood story following a screenwriter and her search for answers behind the death of a famous star; all with the help of a retired actor who disappeared from the public eye.
(more stories under the cut)
Roadrunners (drama) ; Two childhood friends embark on a cross-country journey with a free-spirited young woman they just met, as a romance between the trio blossoms.
Andy You're A Star! (thriller) ; Things turn sinister for average Andy when he meets dark and mysterious James, who drags him along a murderous path (based on The Killers' songs!!)
Neon Bible (horror) ; A small town in Mexico is divided when the child of one of the most important families starts claiming to hear voices and see things that aren't there: half the town believes it must be the devil's work while the other tries to find a medical solution. The situation escalates with the arrival of a foreign guest, who clashes immediately with one of the most beloved and respected men in town.
Game & Performance (drama) ; Carmen, a problematic CEO of a makeup brand decides to escape to a Greek island with her husband after being accused of scamming her clients. Carmen worsens her problems by starting a relationship with a man much younger than her.
(I'll be updating this section as I make intro posts for these)
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athenagc94 · 6 days
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WRITEBLR (RE)INTRO
Basics:
Gabbi (Athena works too)
She/Her
Demisexual
29
Girl-Bossing too close to the sun by day, writing gremlin and fandom trash by night
Cat lover
Fandoms: Stardew Valley, My Time at Sandrock/Portia, Palia, and whatever hyper-fixation catches my fancy on any given day.
Hobbies: Writing (duh), TTRPG (currently playing two Pathfinder campaigns), video games, reading, and sometimes drawing.
Ask and game tag friendly!
Hello! I tried to do this Writeblr blog once before, then puttered off because of who I am as a person. I tried other socials to share my writing and realized nothing compares to the community here on Tumblr. I want to try to be better about posting more regularly on this blog, in addition to interacting more with fellow writers and fandom friends!
If I'm not writing fanfiction (check it out here), I'm working on some original works in the hopes that one day I might do something with them. I currently have 3 WIPs brewing. Two romantasy books, and a fantasy series. Check out some information about them below.
Favorite Tropes/Content: Fake Dating, Found Family, Diverse Casts (seeing LGBTQ+, BIPOC, mental health, and people with disabilities representation), male characters that are sensitive, scholarly, and show their emotions, royal court politics settings.
I don't use this blog solely for writing. Fandom stuff is bound to also arise, but I might share snippets of some of my other works that I just do for fun. I'm looking forward to making friends, and hopefully being a bigger part of the community.
Might share some information about my WIPs later.
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athenagc94 · 6 days
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feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
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