#theherocomplex

Descent into Solavellan Hell, Mixed Media 2025

It absolutely has been! I was able to take the afternoon off, but this morning when I got into work early my preclinic coordinator had set up a lovely little birthday surprise in one of the lanes! And she got me this beautiful kalanchoe! It was honestly the sweetest thing, and started my day off so extremely well. ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhhhh, thank you so much! <3<3<3 So far I’ve just been lazy watching RE8 streams and eating too much bread, but soon there will sushi and cake and TURIANS!

Bless you for indulging me. :) 

Fanfic meme

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

This. 

Despite the fact that I’m convinced no one gives a shit about the song part of songfic, I have somehow become very dedicated to the idea that every story I tell in this ‘verse is tied to music & lyrics, and that each chapter or story has a song that drives it. Sometimes the song comes first, sometimes the chapter comes first, but once they come together I actually work really hard to make sure that the theme, imagery and/or lyrics of the song play an important role in the chapter. 

I agonized over this playlist, and I think I achieved everything I wanted to with it. Even if no one else picks up on any of it, the tremendous personal satisfaction I’ve gotten out of it makes it totally worth it. 

post-canon, though there will be quite a bit of canon-divergence in the time jump before the epilogue. For now... Clary and her “mundane” life.

Clary hates mornings.

She used to love them.

Before.

The way the light was a different color than it was during the day, cleaner somehow, and quieter.

The way everything was quieter, so she could be too, just for a little while, could read or sketch or paint or curl up in the window and look up at the tiny sliver of sky she could see above her, the way the leaves shifted in the wind in the weird courtyard behind their building.

Now though she hates that moment when she wakes up, when for a moment she’s forgotten, for a moment she almost remembers...

And then it’s gone, and she’s awake, and her mother and Dot and Simon are all dead, and she’s in a room that still doesn’t feel like hers, still doesn’t feel like home. She can hear Luke shuffling around in the kitchen or the living room, because he’s awake too, he’s already always awake too, no matter when she wakes up, whether it’s 3am or 5am or she’s slept through her morning studio time and it’s almost time for lunch and she has to get ready for work.

She never quite manages to sleep all the way through to afternoon.

15. how disciplined are you about your writing?

I try to write a little at least every day! Which, actually, you got me into the habit of doing with sprints! And despite my ravenous craving for reader tears and screams and comments and reblogs and tags, I try to never post anything that’s first draft. (I always regret it when I do, haha)

So I try to be at least somewhat disciplined. I could definitely improve ... if I didn’t work a 50 hour a week job, have two chronically ill cats, and any other number of spoon-related struggles of my own from being chronically ill. But I’m trying!

16. what was your last long-lasting spurt of motivation?

I think it’s pretty apparent that Dragon Age has been one of my biggest influences, and I’ve been writing on fics related to it every day for the last... I dunno, six months? I’m very determined to finish Glitterverse, so. Maybe longer than that? 

I have been dying over this whole mess ever since she linked her patreon post about it in a reply to him asking for privacy and respect and now I'm just -- THESE WALNUTS