I just realized, in all my drawings of Virgil. I. Forgot, his. Fucking. EYESHADOW.

looking at tbata for the first time in a while and its like. my god girl that's a lot of fucking gore and body horror wth

canon experience of all writers is going through your wip folder and finding something from 2 years ago which you read like.. what was i ON back then

woohoo i updated my blog look at me go

Me: I'm gonna reread the last couple of chapters of my fic to make sure I've got the tone right going forward. I am 100% sure I know what I wrote though.

My fic: Are you sure about that?

Me: (After being completely blindsided by the introduction of a different character than I thought I'd written) APPARENTLY NOT.

Guys guys guys guys guys guys guys my brain is full of snakes and the world is full of shadow.

Find the Word Game

I was tagged by the amazing wordsmith, @kyofsonder!

Going to put things behind the cut because, again, spicy.

Reach (from Starcrossed, my current WIP)

The same soundless image plays again and again in a perfect loop. Delicate cloven hooves in a dancer’s rest pose, the camera panning up a fit, lithe body. Fine black curls give way to smooth red-brown skin, abruptly cut by a black strap that holds a flimsy split-skirt in place that glows like flames. A tufted tail whips across the image to reveal a succubus dancer, interlaced with close-ups of her hips, her large breasts barely covered by the same flickering material, strapped across with black leather that looks like cast iron bars. Although her face is in shadow, it too is masked, with glowing golden eyes and a wicked grin he’s certain he’s never seen on her before. She reaches toward the camera and grabs a leash, pulling the camera closer with a beckoning finger before baring stark white fangs and lashing out with something that tears the image in two, leaving only burning text in its place.

Lusti. Feed your wild side.

Patience (from The Delta, a sci-fi novella)

Fons everywhere start lighting up like fireflies against the plaza's dark grass. Baza stands a little further away and attaches his bud, the little temple attachment that makes all fon screens private by sending the visual signal directly to the retina. He checks the Wet feed, hoping for more news, but no one seems to be talking about anything of importance. The patient feed is far more interesting, anyway. A young woman, probably a new member of the Rocks, is sitting in a Mask bed. She is very pale and her brown hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her blue eyes look slightly glazed and rove around the room without latching on to anything. Bruises lace around her throat and an IV is attached to her arm. "What did you see, Mica?" Asks an off-screen female voice, presumably a Key or a Mask. The young woman seems to flail for a moment, lolling her head back and forth. The voice tries again. "Mica, what did you see?" "Vines," she chokes out. "What's wrong with vines? We have vines in Ciencias, right?" "Not these vines." There is a long pause as Mica works to collect herself, gesturing loosely towards her throat. "They- They reached for me."

Shaky (from Far From Home, a sci-fi fantasy story)

Esme gasped for breath as the portal snapped shut behind her; Thomas' hand released her leg. He stood, his thin frame folded in blue robes, shading her from the skylight that spread colored light throughout the circular atrium. Warm, inviting sunlight beamed through the opposite archway, the afternoon's sun gilding the deep walls of the white marble room. She still shivered, the chill of the swamp would not leave her bones. "Esme, are you hurt?" Thomas asked hurriedly, eyes running over her thin frame and then darting back towards the sunlit arch. "No, I'm fine," she said, accepting his hand to balance her way back to her feet. Her voice was shaky, she knew. Her boundaries were battered, and she felt worn out. Then she heard the muted sounds from outside. She withdrew her hand from Thomas', clasping it close to her chest as she strode towards the sunlight. With every slow step, the sounds grew louder, pounding in her chest as she swallowed any tears.

Hollow (from the 1st draft of Starcrossed, might get used in the 2nd)

“I spent four years doing that, becoming more and more famous, and feeling more and more like a hollowed out person only made of muscle and bone. I trained every day for hours on end. I ate in weird cycles depending on who I was fighting next, gaining and then dropping weight over and over. When I was too tired to train, that was when I studied my next opponent’s moves, gleaning whatever I could from anecdotes and old broadcasts. I lived only to fight.” She can see him raise one hand in the air, turning and flexing his hand, silhouetted against the moonlight streaming in through the window. 

Ripple (also from Far From Home, directly after the previous passage)

Hands were at her shoulders, warm where she was cold. "Esme. Sage. They need you." He murmured in her ear. "We must go." His hands slid down her bare arms and then up again. "We must go." He said again after a moment. "I know," she said after another shiver. "But this is not what a mage should wear to war." Esme looked down at the tattered party dress from the citadel of the techs. Where it had once shone and shimmered with tiny lights and glowing lines, now dead from motion and abuse. It was fancy, not meant for battle. Her index fingers met at her throat and traced a line downward. As they slid along her chilled skin, red fabric seemed to ripple into place as though it had always been there. Threatening silver runes crackled forth, glowing for a moment and then falling back to stitching. The robe settled suddenly as she drew her fingers away, her hair fluttered slightly. Esme turned to Thomas, looking far more at home than when she arrived, and she no longer shivered. "Let's go, brother. Our war is calling."

This was remarkably difficult! I haven’t even looked at Far From Home in ages, and I was surprised that Starcrossed didn’t have shaky (although it did have shaken, but I was feeling picky).

For reference, I wrote Far From Home back in 2009, The Delta in 2013ish(?), and Starcrossed is from this year.

Tagging: @promiseiwillwrite, @the-likeable-wizard-mack, @worldstogetlostin, @aalinaaaaaa, @winterandwords, and as usual, this is an open tag for whoever wants to play along!

Your words are (I used a random word generator for these): artist, neck, catch, upset, position.

do you think they trust each other more after what they've been through in the games? do they get along, or are their certain rifts between some of them?

(Ahgijwnfrjin I had this completely answered, left the app to fact check something, & when I came back literally a minute later, tumblr had refreshed & deleted my answer. >.< Okay, trying again…)

The games are definitely a net positive for the group’s trust in each other, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t issues that arise!

For instance, there’s a few people who are more apprehensive of Bigbee, notably Cleaoh (after Last Life) & Scar (after Double Life). Which, to be fair, is probably a safer (though not really correct) assessment of Bigbee considering his out of game position. (Honestly, if it weren’t for Bigbee knowing the group & playing in 3rd Life before they all left Alternia, far less of them would trust him.)(I still need to do some research (read: watching a couple BigB series) to fine tune things, but I’m really excited about what I have for Bigbee so far. That man is inscrutable.)(Basically he’s a face paint-less laughssassin still technically employed by The Condesce, but he is still friends with the group. He comes & goes on his little transport ship, rotating between docking on one of the group’s ships, docking on official Alternian ships, & just generally wandering. Think Inara from Firefly if she had more ships she could dock to & also her ship was more capable of independent space travel. & I guess also if she literally worked for their direct enemy & could probably take out the whole crew. But Bigbee would never hurt anyone from the group, right?)

Joel isn’t a big fan of Scohtt either. So much so that Eethos jokes that he’s gonna lose his “kismesis” with how pitch Joel is waxing for Scohtt. (This was never really a threat though, as Joel & Eethos, despite Joel’s claims, are more flushed anyway. Plus Scohtt mostly just likes flirting towards whatever quadrant seems amusing at the time. It’s fun to pitch flirt with Joel just enough to make Joel sputter & make a fool of himself.)

There’s a whole thing between Lizzie & Cleaoh after Last Life as well, but I need to develop that a bit more before sharing.

stretchies

one day, in a thousand years

how dare my yesterday self promise my boyfriend that i wouldn't kms, now i have to stick to my promises or whatever 😔

So I had a moment of "wtf past me" today.

So in the movie Cinderella, the first line of the first song Cinderella sings says "A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're sound asleep."

This would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that I distinctly remember dreaming of my mother getting eaten alive by a polar bear in front of me when I was like 10.

To clarify, I know that it's just a song, but I find this to be a weird combo of mildly disturbing and absolutely hilarious the further I think about it.

But this might be because I had this realization as we were watching Cinderella at my job lol

wjhen did i draw this..

literally the craziest experience ever when you watch something and you feel it affect you deeply and you come out of it wanting to throw up and cry and turn your whole life around. and then you see what your friends think about it and they're like. "yeah it was sad" "yeah it was pretty good" "yeah i don't really know how i feel about it." ok well im eating my hair and ripping my clothes and howling at the moon so.

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

note: pollmaker is thinking of the USAmerican lottery system (powerball, mega millions, state lottos, scratchoffs, etc), but poll applies to other countries lotteries systems so long as its still the same concept of "big ol state sponsered gambling shit", but not like casino style gambling. u know what i mean, Lottos.

questions for the tags: how regularly, what stuff you play, if you have limits for yourself, if you feel like its a Problem for you, and for funsies the usual 'first thing youd do if you won the lottery' shit

reblog to have absolutely zero effect on your luck either way. just like, absolutely no change in luck whether you reblog this or scroll past. this is the luck neutral post reblog in the next 30 seconds or dont who give a shit