they call me words georg bc i wrote all this in like three days

Okay!

Okay, let's draw away from the heated sentiments and negative vibes.

How about... Oh! Anyone who's working on any original creations at the moment! Feel free to reblog this so I can get a spotlight chain going

okay to everyone who liked this post.... this one's for you:

new ao3 draft (aka new fic incoming at some point 👀)

Roses be upon ye 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 :3

BWEHEHEHE

from March of the Death Knight, the first fic in the Garreg Mach Horror Film Festival:

A ray of sunlight casts its glow onto Bernadetta’s eyelids, and slowly, she awakens. Sunlight. Daylight. She’s survived the night. The tension she’s been carrying in her shoulders since boarding the bus finally loosens up, her heart surging in relief. She’s safe now, at least for the next twelve hours, give or take. It’s a silly thing to believe, given the truths she knows about the world thanks to her time in the Officer’s Academy, but she can’t help but shake it: the world is far less terrifying in broad daylight.

and then as a bonus, from Four Crooked Branches:

“Be honest with me,” she said, just above the murmur of the engine. “Did you kill him?” “What?” Madis exclaimed. “Viola, no! I’m not like the rest of you.” His venom bounced off of her like condensation on her hydrophobic beakers—she’d heard enough of it since that boy was born. “That’s not why I want you to come back. I can explain when you’re here, but…” Now it was his turn to lower his voice. “Don’t tell Mikhail. Or Jesper. I’m meeting with a lawyer to finalize everything, and I can’t have those two fucking everything up again.” “A lawyer,” Viola mused, and bit back a chuckle. No, Madis was not like the rest of them. Straight-laced, and law-abiding. In her opinion, that was much worse. She would have killed Father if she’d wanted his fortune, like she knew Madis had. Still, it wasn’t like the boy was a coward; he had to have done something. Father wouldn’t have left this world of his own accord; he’d been clinging to life by the fingernails for quite some time now.

Pearl WIP

I took a couple days off to assemble the new PC (henceforth known as BEEFMASTER). I needed to order some extra parts, so in the meantime I progressed with Pearl as much as I reasonably can on the laptop. As with Wipples, there was an incredible amount of new stuff in this. Her skin is a mixture of procedural and hand-painted textures, and I baked her normals from a multiresolution sculpt. Her clothes are multiple cloth simulations that all interact with one another (and hopefully the rig ; ;). She has a rigify rig, but her facial deformations aren't quite what I was hoping for. I'll have to noodle with that and see if I can get something workable, otherwise I will resort to shapekeys. The blocky hair will get replaced with particles once I get BEEFMASTER up and running. I definitely underestimated how long a character model like this would take, lol.

I did try to get some mocap data on her, but that's a whole separate skill I need to learn. HOWEVER, I am strongly considering animating Pearl with mocap (either through VR capture or Rokoko) to save myself some time.

The only idea for a Slay the Princess fic that I have so far is a crack fic where the first Princess - say, the Stranger - arrives in the Long Quiet and has to ask the Shifting Mound to at least give her something to do to pass the time while she waits for the Hero to show up. The Shifting Mound ends up manifesting a few packs of poker cards in neat little cellophane and a rulebook and tells her to get comfortable.

Cue the Stranger playing all sorts of card games with the other Princesses as they come into the Long Quiet one by one.

Alright, let's shed some "light" to my whole story, yeah?

Kamusta na kayo! How are you?? The name's Jonina Marie Parker and I've been bitten by this glowing radioactive spider at this field trip one time? It was at some cool lab--doesn't matter for now, I think Scared tf out of me though, but on the "brighter" side, I got some neat abilities that allow me to be all spider-like so that's cool I guess!! And from then on, I've been the only glowing spiderperson in my world...at least, that was before I found myself being in a spider society. It's crazy how much of us there are! K is going to be giving me a whole tour later when she isn't being a literal torch at the mere touch. She's a little weird like that, but I find her cool. :D

Oh, and did I mention that I can also light up on command and possibly use light energy for so many things and in so many ways, like weapons for example?

More on that later!!

look at my crisp granny stitch polygons that could do so many patterns and tilings

Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @daffi-990!!!

Hello, since I ended up writing like 12k words yesterday on a one of my fics called Feeling Fine (Could Be Better), I thought I'd share a little snippet of that instead!

I couldn't find anything fun that was around Seven Sentences so here is like Seventeen Sentences. I don't know I didn't actually count because I'm lazy.

Also, this isn't edited like at yet since I haven't started my second draft. So if this word vomit doesn't make sense I sincerely apologize. LMAO

“Look who I found!” Chimney announced, fake cheer in his tone. Buck barely smothers a smirk as he rounds the corner to the kitchen. He freezes the smile on his face upon spotting both his parents hovering at the dinner table. “Make nice and I’ll make drinks and plot our escape route.” “Are you sure I can’t help plot?” Buck asked in an undertone, swallowing a groan when Chimney nudges him towards his parents. “Evan, so glad you could finally join us.” Margaret says, dryly. “Chronically late as always. I was beginning to worry you might have grown up since the last time we saw each other.” Buck bites down on a rude retort in favor of hugging his sister. “Need any help in the kitchen?” Before Maddie can response, their mother cuts on. “I think your sister has got everything handled, the last thing we need is you in the kitchen charring anything.” Buck deflates a little but Maddie jumps to his rescue, she proudly pats his shoulder. “Actually, Buck is a great cook. He helps Bobby out at the station all the time and Bobby doesn’t just let anyone into his kitchen.” Chimney laughs, “Eddie is the one who isn’t allowed anywhere near a burner. Thank God we don’t cook in shifts anymore the way we use to before Bobby was Captain. Nothing would ever be edible.”

/ My goal for this year is to draw more handsome anime men and most importantly, FINISH THEM👹

This dinning room style was calling me so loudly that I couldn't resist myself, and using @lamare-sims shift mod "with windows" I set up a tiny cute showcase following the advise from @khal-ulti

...So many possibilities here

wip whenever

tagged by @redwayfarers and I do actually have a bit more to share now! it’s another excerpt from my stormblood-era sidalia wip (spoilers for the DRK 70 quest) that still has me spiraling as I chip away at it. not tagging anyone else this time, but if anyone has any creative work to share, I def want to see it c:

Sidurgu faces away from her, his attention too preoccupied with the threat ahead of him in the form of an anguished elezen boy and magic born of stolen aether. His armored body shields Rielle, hunched over the girl’s limp form sprawled beneath him, and by the way that he leans on one knee and shakes with each heaving breath, she can’t be certain that he can stand. Fear catches in her throat.

Not them. Please, not them, too.

A hoarse cry escapes her chapped lips as she rolls to push herself off the ground. Rosy hair tumbles around her ears and face with the motion, falling loose from her haphazardly tied bow, and staggering in a pathetic arc to meet Myste’s gaze, she finds it not unlike the boy’s cascading blue hair and wild, bewildered expression before her. As the familiar glow of aether envelops him in preparation of another summon, she grits her teeth and braces for it.

Oh, what a fool she’d been not seeing through the ruse.

Before they had ever picked up a sword, her hands held a grimoire. Hers is the world of egi, simulacra, and trances, aether brought forth by crystals and arcanima, primals felled and their power borrowed at her hands, years spent honing the once thought lost Allagan art. ‘Twas she who the boy had got it from, after all—her aether, her knowledge, and her strength wielded by her own grief made manifest.

And now Sidurgu and Rielle may pay the price.

🌹🌹🌹 :3c

hiiiiiiii~

from Julian:

The trouble with telling a liar’s story is knowing that nothing I say will be the truth. It was never mine to give, nor yours to have, and that is the way it ought to be. But that doesn’t make it any easier.

Jih. Sadal. Narro. Trekkal. Four names that would be impacted forever after one fateful event, 120,000 years ago. Set in a long forgotten time, Jih's Journey brings to light a cross-continental epic across an expansive and rich world in prehistory. One fated night, there is a meteor shower that occurs over a series of days and fills the sky with light, capturing the awe of all who see it. One massive meteor lands in the North Pole and a man named Jih vows to go and see what power it truly holds! Jih sees the problems of his community and hopes that the meteor's gift can bring much needed balance to the land or die trying. Along the way, he finds the world has changed much from what he's expected. Experience prehistoric perils, found family, and a fresh take on peoples of the past!

Closed Captioning provided!

Nefarious behavior....

(Hey check the notes for the timeline progress!)

Art process of a com