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Can I offer y'all some Pride Seekers~🏳️🌈
So... I have actually had them half finished in my files for years cause I forgot about them... I was also going to post them in June but... stuff happens, here they are at least XD
I do kinda wanna make stickers or charms of them or smth if there's interest, but I've never really done stuff like that before ^^;
For now you can at least find them on my redbubble!
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SheRa art thing: BOW IN HIS CUTE PRINCESS PROM OUTFIT.
There he is!!!
The writer asks seem interesting...! 11, 15 and 22 plz
THANK YOU ANON! I'm sorry for the long wait, but my family was moving and we just got internet...today. 😅
So I answered 11 here. And 15 can be found here. So 22:
22. Do you always write with inspiration?
Not always. So there's this writing thing that's always stuck with me that I don't know where I originally found it (or I would link it), but it states that the Holy Trinity of Writing is: Inspiration, Motivation, and Time and while you can have 2, you will never have all 3 at the same time and boy is that true. 🙃😩 So when I have Time, I make the best of the other two. If I'm writing with Inspiration, I'm getting as much out of the next part of the story as possible. If I'm writing with Motivation, it's mostly a lot of edits and cleaning up my work by making two awkward transitions meet better. I think the best example I can give is Ambassador to Madness.
I already had that "one-shot" I made for it as a basis, but it really needed to be extended if I was going to transform it into a multi-chapter story. So while I had the Inspiration, I was adding on new chapters/scenes. When I had Motivation, was when I was adding to the dinner scene and adding in the tour scene.
I think Vithan has a nice ring to it ;)
👀 haha omg 💜
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.
Sorry Travis, she doesn’t know the Avengers.
There was never a dull day in Hive City. Even when things seemed peaceful, the place seemed to have a way of finding that peace and absolutely shattering it. Quiet had been spacing out a bit, mind running through a million thoughts of how she’d gone from... Aabe Shifap to here. And it was that inattention that kept her from reacting properly to oncoming traffic. A car was coming right at her - no hope of stopping. Normally the One that Covers would make such an encounter easy to avoid, between speed and the ability to alter her density, but... Hive City had taken those abilities from her. Retained regeneration wouldn’t do much if she died on impact. Just as Quiet readied herself to attempt to jump out of the way, she felt it. A rush of sudden force knocking her back, harsh enough to have stolen air from lungs, if hers were still functioning. When she opened her eyes, prepared to face whatever broken bones she might be facing, instead she saw...
“...Travis?” How had he done that? What was he even doing here? He had her effectively pinned down, but she was able to sit up on an elbow, free hand rubbing the back of her head to check for any injuries she may have taken during the fall. She felt a bit sore, but no worse for wear. More importantly - “Are you alright?” She asked in Navajo, eyes full of a mixture of concern and confusion. The hand that had been running through her hair moved to Travis’s face as she looked into his eyes past sunglasses. He seemed fine, if a little out of breath. Whatever he’d done, he’d saved her from a lot of pain. Potentially saved her from death. Quiet sat up slowly, resting a hand on his shoulder to support herself as she managed a small smile of relief. “Thank you, hero.”
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Shield.
Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.
Quiet had seen firsthand what Cloud was capable of in combat despite it only being sparring. A random thug jumped out of an alley, knife in hand, and lunged at Quiet, only for Cloud to move in front of her as easily as taking a breath. He’d taken the blade to his arm, and the One that Covers immediately perked up. Careful of his injury but still more than a little forcefully, the sniper pushed her new friend aside and grabbed the attacker’s wrist. She bent it back until she felt a satisfying snap, then forced him to the ground. Her boot moved to his neck, green eyes lit with a fiery rage. It wasn’t until tears streamed from his eyes as he struggled to beg for his life through the pressure of her boot on his trachea that she let him go.
The sniper turned back to Cloud, hands moving to inspect the cut on his arm. Thankfully, it didn’t look too bad. She reached into one of her many pouches, producing a bandage to hold out to him with a silent sigh of relief. When she finally looked up and made eye contact, her expression said as much as any words could. Thank you... I’m glad you are alright, but don’t be so reckless. I can take care of myself. Then she set to helping him wrap the wound.
