#NaNoWriMo Day 11
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NaNoWriMo Day #11
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Today's prompt isn't a Harry Potter one like I said it would be yesterday, but that's because I'm sick and writing makes my head hurt (٥↼_↼) so instead, I grabbed one of @stealingyourbones prompts off the @batpham-discord-highlights server and ended up drawing it! Now, for it to count per my own rules, I have to write something to go with it, so I will, but it will be short (^～^;)ゞ
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Jason didn't set out to adopt two traumatized teens with super powers, but then, he'd come to realize that Bruce, for all his faults, had been the same way. The difference was, Jason refused to fail his sons the way Bruce had failed his own kids. While Jason's new biggest fear was turning out just like either of his fathers, his kids constantly reassured him he was doing pretty well.
He did his best to train his kids, both in and out of suit, helped them with their homework, and made sure they spent time being kids instead of fighting crime (if Captain Marvel suddenly started taking more days off from the League, well, the big three could only feel relief). He also did his best to keep his kids off the Bat's radar, at least until they were both sixteen and could use their powers competently in either of their forms. He'd almost succeeded in that last one when a mass Arkham breakout had called for all hands on deck. He had tried to leave his kids behind, but Danny and Billy were insistent. Thus, Hood's Ravens, named after Odin's own raven companions, Hugin and Munin, took flight through Gotham.
Through the mission brief and the first part of the roundup, Hugin and Munin stuck close to Red Hood, keeping their powers mostly under wraps. They were doing surprisingly well in such a large scale mission, in Jason's opinion. Sure, they'd both had previous experience with fighting large groups or for long periods separately, the kind of teamwork they were displaying, working as two parts of a whole, brought Jason a sense of pride. He'd been the one to teach them that, after all.
Suddenly, Babs let out a frustrated growl over comms. "I just lost connection to half the cameras in the city, I'm nearly as blind as you guys. You're going to have to do this the old fashioned way until I can figure out what happened," she said.
Jason shared a look with his sons and sighed, silencing whatever protest or reassurance the others were flooding the comms line with. "You two sure about this?" He got twin nods. "Alright. You know the rules. Stay out of sight, don't engage if you don't have to. Hugin, you take East side, Munin, you take West side. Go." Both boys were suddenly airborne, one flying East and the other flying West. He watched them fly for a bit before getting back to work. He trusted them to follow his rules and to know their limits. They could do this.
Soon, nearly identical voices were feeding real time information directly to the bats, each raven playing the role of "eye in the sky" surprisingly well for fifteen year olds. They directed the closest free bat or bird to problem areas, they rescued trapped or injured civilians, and most of all, they listened to any suggestions or corrections Babs gave them and adjusted accordingly. Jason was so unbelievably proud of his sons, he was fit to burst from it all. He couldn't understand how Bruce had never buried them all under mountains of praise if he'd ever felt even half as proud of his bats and birds as Jason was of his ravens in that moment.
Eventually, things calmed down enough that Jason wasn't exactly surprised to sense the big man himself dropping onto the roof behind him. Jason let Bruce watch him as he continued to watch his sons flying over and through the city, giving directions and helping when needed. They stood there like that for a few minutes before Jason sighed. "What is it, old man?"
"Those kids, Hugin and Munin. Who are they."
Jason felt the pit rise up at Bruce's tone, feasting on the riot of pride, anxiety, joy, fear, and anger. He wondered if the green he was seeing was real or imaginary as he turned to look over his shoulder at his adoptive father. "Those are my sons," he growled.
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There (；^ω^）I hope that satisfies! It's only thanks to ibuprofen that I was able to get through writing that much, so thank you modern pharmaceuticals ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
Whether or not Danny and Billy are actually related (ie long lost twins, cousins, clones, brothers really close in age) or just doppelgangers is up to the reader, but the point is they're practically identical when just standing next to each other, but suit them up as Red Hood's Ravens, Hugin and Munin, they're indistinguishable until one goes invisible and the other starts shooting spells at things. In fact, Danny and Billy regularly "switch" who is Hugin and who is Munin. They usually discuss beforehand who is going to be who for a given period of time, but sometimes one of their power sets is better suited for a situation and they'll switch on a dime. Of course, this is only possible because their suits are identical in every way, being based heavily on Dick's Nightwing costume (specifically the Young Justice version) with red ravens on their chests instead of the bat on Jason's. Neither has a preferred weapon to deal with as they're both hand to hand fighters when they're not using their powers (Danny's ecto/ice blasts and Billy's spells), either. They do both still show up as their first alter egos, Phantom and Captain Marvel, fairly regularly, but Jason ensures they get plenty of rest and down time while still doing their school and homework.
I might have more to add later, but I'm drowning in snot and the ibuprofen is trying to wear off, so I'm going to leave it there. If anyone wants to continue this, please let me and @stealingyourbones know so we can enjoy it, too! (◠‿・)—☆
Have a good morning/day/night!
#danny phantom#batman#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp crossover#fanfic#dp au#nanowrimo 2022#NaNoWriMo Day 11#sorry for not having more dialogue#or showing more of Danny and Billy#I've been sick for three days now and it's the worst#hopefully tomorrow will be better#no fun tags today#sorry lol#i'm tired#have fun with this
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Nanowrimo Day 11
SHE IS DONE.
COMPLETE.
IN 11 DAYS.
#GURL#cannot believe it#50k words in 11 days#nanowrimo#it's a pile of crap of course#poorly executed idea#terrible writing quality#but that's just how it is with nano#fuck it!
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Today I worked on:
Ghost on the Couch: 420 words
Prompt submission 1: 220 words
Buried: 120 words
Planned: 700 words
Prompt submission 3: 140 words
Prompt submission 2: 80 words
#today I worked on#11/13/2022#nanowrimo#hmmm this is the first day I didn't work on disillusioned#honestly I'm just starting to get tired and I have a doctor's appointment in the morning#which makes me nervous and I usually don't write the night before an appointment like that#but i have to during nano#so I didn't write much tonight at all#but I can afford it since my daily par is decently low
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11 Days of Comics! 9/11: Star Trek #2 (1989) “The Sentence”
It's more DC Star Trek! This one is also written by Peter David but, alas, no George Takei. You may think that would mean no random love interest for Sulu but you’d be wrong. Lieutenant Kathy Li is brought in to be bridge crew and she and Sulu make eyes at each other for two pages while Kirk agonizes in the background.
Since this is an ongoing book and not a one-off story, there’s a bunch of plot threads.
The Klingons have gotten well and truly sick of Kirk. The Klingon ambassador goes in front of the Federation council and puts a bounty on Kirk’s head.
When someone points out that putting a hit out on a Federation captain is practically a declaration of war, the ambassador goes ah ha look how the supposedly peaceful Federation is bringing up war all of a sudden.
When Kirk hears that the bounty is set at ten million credits, he exclaims “Ten million?! I’d shoot me for ten million.”
Elsewhere, Klingon Klaa hears about the bounty the Klingon emperor ordered and views it as a slap in the face. He’s tussled with Kirk in the past and outsourcing Kirk tussling shows the emperor lacks confidence in his own people.
There’s also an encounter the Enterprise has with the alien Salla, whose, I dunno, alien pope can just order his own people to drop dead and they will. But he tries it on Kirk and is vexed that Kirk stubbornly refuses to die.
Not sure what that’s about because there’s another plot line waiting so the Enterprise just ditches the Salla.
The big plot of the issue is Federation Ambassador Palmer getting the Enterprise assigned to his diplomatic mission to Chronian III to negotiate peace between the Ziminda and the Buice, two palette swapped bug aliens occupying the planet together.
Except when the Enterprise crew gets to Chronian III, it turns out that the Buice leader didn’t ask for peace. And he tells the Federation to gtfo before he blows their heads tfo with his laser gun.
So a lot of plot lines in just issue 2. This volume of DC Trek went on for 80 issues plus annuals. And I can believe it because of how many plot threads are in just this one issue. The Klingon bounty. Klaa being big mad about it. The Salla. Sulu’s love interest? The diplomatic mission to Chronian III. This is something prepared to be long form storytelling.
#11 Days of Comics!#star trek#liveblog#x days liveblog#with nanowrimo over i can finish this liveblog
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NANO day 11
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#what's up guys its been a while since i did one of these venting in the tags of a tumblr post#idk im just really tired#hitting exhaustion levels that i just feel like i don't have time to recover from#i was really excited about doing nanowrimo this year because i have so many ideas but im do tired and busy i dont have the time to write and#im really disappointed#*sigh*#i mean i know its not legally binding or anything but i thought this year i could make the fifty thousand words#but im a week in and havent even broken 5k#i also have too much that im doing just generally#i think im working like 50 hours a week? woof i hadnt added that all up in my head properly yet yeah no wonder im tired#plus my sleep schedule is not playing nice with my work schedule and its a problem#i have to leave the house by 7. i am struggling getting up by 6:30 every day#and then also i don't usually get to bed before 11 because im at work all day and then come home and unwind for a couple hours and then its#time to get ready for bed again so i procrastinate because i dont want to lose the time i have to myself which then fucks me over again for#the morning etc the cycle continues#anyway idk if any of this is coherent its getting late and ive had a long ass day#im tired#goodnight guys
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12/20/22: Today’s sketches from my journal of Gerry and Matilda. They’re both lesbians. Their story takes place in the late 1800′s (so the top panel is their canon outfits though Gerry stole Matilda’s hat).
But I updated their outfits for the 1990s/2000s. Yes, Gerry is in a leather jacket. And I went more grunge/emo for Matilda’s outfit. The Y2K Gerry has a tooth pick instead of a cigar like she does in the Victorian era arc.
#I love these girls#also finished journal 10 today so I have to pick which empty notebook will become journal 11#I did a 2000s version of Tilly and Hess in that rainbow filtered sketch dump I did a few days ago#Victorian Gerry probably fought somebody she duels men a lot#I was going to change the background I had because Matilda is not usually that feminine like she is in the purple bg I have#the top picture is much closer to what she normally wears#lesbian characters#butch characters#my drawing#my sketches#lesbian pride#wlw#they ARE a couple for some of the story#it's a long story#historic lesbians#victorian lesbians#nanowrimo 2022#journal#writeblr#I also wrote part of what will probably be a short story which also has historic lesbians
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Did you guys know that if you start writing before 11pm, you can get, like, so many more words in before it hits midnight??
Why has no one told me this????
#nano22#writing#lol#listen im a night owl. according to nano most of my work is written between 3-4am.#my ‟writing sessions‟ are primarily 11/11:30pm-3/4am#which is awkward given that nanowrimo. for SOME REASON. considers 2am the next day.#the outrage
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Nine Steps to Feeling Like a Writer
1. Put your pencil to paper
2. Take it off
3. Suck on the eraser
4. Put it down again
5. Make a few measly scratches
6. Put your nondominant hand to your forehead
7. Force your imagination to give you something
8. Close the notebook
9. Know what you just did was utter garbage
Now you feel how a writer feels.
#poem#poetry#writer#writing#nanowrimo#poem per day#original poem#list poem#poem written on november 11
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NaNoWriMo Word Count Update
Words Written Today: 3,973
Words Written Total: 44,004
Well, I’m in Chapter 70 for Arise Again now. I’m technically ahead of my “chapter a day” mindset from the beginning of the month, since I started writing chapter 58 on November 1st. Kinda.
I’m probably going to hit 50K this weekend if this keeps up.
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Day 11 update 36,935/50,000!
It has been weird. I started a new job which thank god, no more retail for me. Back in education for right now and so far the first week has gone great. Doesn't leave me a lot of time to write but that is ok, I will make it work. My anxiety has been insanely high lately to the point where I can barely hear myself think, but that too will pass, I keep telling myself.
Though if anyone has any advice on managing anxiety send them. I will be eternally grateful.
Besides all that though I am two scenes away from the ending of Aftermath and I am very excited! I am going to work on those this weekend. Then I get to tuck Sindari and Yal away while I hunt down a new pair of eyes to help with the edits.
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Lemon Squares in All Dimensions- NaNoWriMo Excerpt #1
Crowded, filthy, and dangerous as terrestrial cities could be, they thrummed with possibility. There was a depth and richness to life on the surface, a wealth of experience that simply couldn’t be replicated in neatly sectioned-off neighborhoods a vertical mile from any semblance of history.
There were cities on the surface almost as old as civilization itself. Perhaps this was easier to forget in the United States, which, after all, was not even five centuries old when the first suburban ring was launched into orbit. Living in the rings around an American city was like paddling in a child’s plastic pool that was floating atop a vast, dark ocean, but not the deepest part of it.
Sara had been adopted from Shanghai. True, her first memory was actually of sunlight glittering on the sea as she and her adoptive parents flew away from Shanghai, and she had no recollection of the city itself, but it was a part of her that went beyond memory. Of all the nations of the world, surely China could lay claim to the abyssal depths of human history, and Sara had been born there, making her a part of it.
So, yes, Sara shuttled her daughter back and forth through interminable soccer seasons and lived on a street of identical houses, the only variance permitted in the gentle gradient of shades, from from the frothy pastel of Unit 1 to the poppier yellow of her own Unit 12, but she was from somewhere; that made her someone.
As if to remind herself, Sara kept an etagere of highly polished red wood in the living room to display Chinese trinkets. The shelves were high, well out of Cassie’s reach, and Peter never so much as glanced at it; like the lemon square bake-off, it belonged solely to Sara. There, she had carefully arranged red silk fans so old and delicate, waving one would cause it to fall apart, a gold statuette of a sinuous dragon, polished with care each day, and a collection of small carvings in jade.
They were all gifts from Peter. Since her adoption, Sara had never been back to China herself, but her husband traveled extensively. Though nominally retired, he was still famous in the field of robotics for his work on limited autonomy neural programming, and he seldom turned down an invitation to a conference or a request to speak at a university, no matter how far away.
Somehow, interrupting his all-important experiments didn’t seem as unbearable to Peter when there was an appreciative crowd to weigh in the balance. Once, Sara had joked that she would install a podium at the dining room table to see if that might convince Peter to have meals with the family more often. He hadn’t laughed, but, then Sara hadn’t married him for his sense of humor.
Peter was a serious man. He had been a sternly paternal figure for as long as Sara had known him. Grim, but not unsmiling, not for her. In the early days, Sara had treasured being the only one to slip through the cracks in his controlled exterior, to see his pale eyes flash with suppressed emotion, to hear him try and fail to hold back hisses and expletives as they made love in his office, back when he was her robo-ethics professor and she a student on the verge of failing.
Later, panting as they lay back on rumpled hotel sheets, Peter admitted that he had marked down her work as a pretense to see her more often, and Sara laughed, flattered to think of him going to such lengths just to get her attention.
Although it must have amused her then, sometimes, Sara looked back on that night with a sense of mystification; she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t been angry.
#lemon squares in all dimensions#nanowrimo#original fiction#sci fi#11/1/2022#I'm going to try to post an excerpt every day but I realized I completely forgot to yesterday!!! On day one!!!!#so here it is now
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Today I worked on:
Prompt submission 2: 360 words
Ghost on the Couch: 240 words
Prompt submission 1: 200 words
Disillusioned: 500 words
Planned: 80 words
Buried: 380 words
#today I worked on#11/12/2022#nanowrimo#now that i'm past the halfway point#I can start writing a little less each day#my daily par is close to 1200 now#which is a relief from 1667#and it should continue to get lower and lower
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Hello Dr. Tingle! As you've made very clear, you write like crazy. Do you mind if I ask what your writing schedule looks like? I'm trying to bring your style of hard work into my NaNoWriMo project.
good question buckaroo i have very routine schedule (i think this kind of pattern could be part of my autistic way.) most days follow this exactly
WAKE UP AT 6AM
WORK OUT FOR TWO HOURS
first trot around the neighborhood then up the mountain this is about an hour and a half total hike (this is where i think about what art i am making for the day or listen to podcast or audiobook)
kettlebell for half hour
SHOWER AND POKE AROUND ONLINE FOR A BIT
this is just seeing what is happening on way of social media sayin hello to the world maybe having a nice bar for a snack
START WRITING USUALLY AT 9AM
first buckaroo writing session usually goes until 11 or 11:30
BREAK FOR LUNCH
usually trot out for lunch to get my brain sizzling
SECOND WRITING SESSION AT 1PM
this usually goes from 1PM until 4 or 5PM then i am done for the day. i write between 3000 and 4000 words every day, plus make a book cover or some other project like that
EVENING RELAX AT 5PM
spend time with sweet barbara. maybe go see a movie (i like movies a lot for little kernals of inspiration to get excited about art). sometimes go see my buds. maybe go trot for a dinner
late in evening probably take a dang bath every other night while reading magazines or graphic novels (chucks bath bomb budget really is out of control)
EVERY once in a while i will feel very inspired to prove love and write some more before bed
GO TO SLEEP AROUND 10:30PM AND START ALL OVER AGAIN
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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]
mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely
mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note
mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena
mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us
mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]
mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys
mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker
mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die
mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey
mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast
mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.
mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER
mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree
mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world
mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!
mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all
mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens
mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys
mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way
mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what
mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife
mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband
mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me
mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve
mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,
mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol
mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport
mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.
mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!
mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back
mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]
mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho
mutual 4: WHAT
mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time
mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point
mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?
mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?
mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it
mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!
mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena
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TANGLED BLESSINGS GAME JAM
Solo TTRPG posting again for my fellow solo game enjoyers/the solo game curious!
I’ve posted before about Tangled Blessings by @cassimothwin , a project I was so thrilled to back and play (and find in the wild a couple of times 👀). It’s a really engaging solo/duet rpg about being a student at a spooky magical school, and facing off against your rival. Also very cool to know, Tangled Blessings is a hack of the iconic game Anamnesis by @goblinmixtape (a game I mean to post about here one day if I feel I actually have anything interesting to add other than “I love it” lol).
In extremely cool news for amateur/fledgling game writers and those who never find time to participate in NaNoWriMo [meeee], Cassi Mothwin opened up a Tangled Blessings game jam on itch.io !! The game jam is for expansions to /projects inspired by Tangled Blessings. The jam is running until February 29th (leap day swag btw). I think this is such a cool idea to explore a really fun game, and I’m planning on submitting something! If you want to participate and don’t already own it, Cassi has a free preview to get you started!
DISCLAIMER: I am not posting this in any capacity other than as a big fan of Cassi’s work— and to alert my buddies on here who are into this kind of thing and to whom I’ve spoken about Tangled Blessings and solo rpgs in general.
I’ve linked the jam below for the rules and info. I also linked Tangled Blessings and Anamnesis itch.io pages so I hope all the links don’t nerf this post in the tags.
Happy writing y’all!
#k’s solo rpg adventures#solo ttrpgs#indie solo ttrpgs#solo RPGs#indie RPGs#indie ttrpgs#hmm starting to think I should make a general blog for rpg posting#this is my main/general blog and I don’t wanna bug creators!! or my friends for whom this is Not Their Scene lol
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