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Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

I was tagged by the lovely @valkblue - Thanks Angie!! This is just the kick in the pants that I needed to get things rolling into the new year!

So.

I commissioned @valkblue for one of her Christmas slots and requested Liminality Frankie with a *few* little hidden treats included …and this is the outcome. (Anyone that can pick out these details is welcome to come scream about them with me!!!).

CURLS. HAT. TATTOOS. EYE CRINKLES. FOREARMS. SCRUFF. THE GRAY IN HIS BEARD. THE TINY SMIRK. THE SHIRT (that was clearly a gag gift from one of the other guys!)There is so much to look at and love 😩😭.

Angie, he is absolutely PERFECT. From the top of his curly head to the tips of his fingers, I could not be happier with this. Thank you so much for putting so much love and attention into what you do.

🌟 What's a scene or line you wrote that still makes you smile when you reread it? ✍️ What's something you've improved on in your writing journey? 👀 Share a link to a fic of yours that you think deserves more love!

Answer these questions, and send this to 5 writers who inspire you ❤️

Angie!! Thank you so much! ❤️

🌟 What's a scene or line you wrote that still makes you smile when you reread it?

Writing about these two clowns makes me smile regardless, but I particularly enjoyed this passage from Sanctified:

On the Black Ship, Heinrix had often dreamed of all that he had lost. He had dreamed of his family’s Knight, so regal and grand, never to be his. He had dreamed of his sisters, of the lives they would lead, the stories he would never hear them share. And he had dreamed of a love, of a soul linked so intrinsically with his own; a love that cared not for the scars on his face or the curse that he bore, a love that looked beneath his fractured surface and saw only him. It had been a foolish dream. A pitiful fantasy conjured by the mind of a scared and lonely child, swept swiftly under the heavy rug of duty. And yet… On the day he had held her, hands shaking, teeth chattering with the cold that had so very nearly ripped that sole spark of happiness away from him, he had realised that such a love was real— that she was here, alive, clutching at him with hands that had cared not for the ice on his skin, the hands that had saved him from himself. An anchor of hope in a world of sacrifice. A place to call home.

✍️ What's something you've improved on in your writing journey?

Making more of an effort to write every day, even if it's just a couple of sentences. It doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to lead to an end goal, and that has been something I've always struggled with in both art and writing.

👀 Share a link to a fic of yours that you think deserves more love!

I'm still pretty dang proud of myself for ending an accidental two-year writing hiatus with Sanctified, so I offer up the product of twelve months of Heinliv brainrot:

Tagged by @valkblue (Thank you!!! 💙)

Tagging @kyjoraven @walk-ng-d-saster @starglow-art and anyone else who would like to do this!

ANIMAL: Non-Star Wars-fox Star Wars-Vulptex COLOUR: A shade of dark red/maroon MONTH: September SONG: Ghost Light by Sara Bareilles or Requiem by Ben Abraham NUMBER: 3 DAY OR NIGHT: Night but dusk would be more accurate. PLANT: Millaflower SMELL: Alderaanian nectar GEMSTONE: Morganite. It's said to represent inner peace and unconditional love - two things Kyrah learns to find both externally and within herself. SEASON: Autumn, but at the tail end when it transitions into Winter. PLACE: Coruscant. I love to draw her with cityscapes (as seen below). FOOD: Meiloorun fruit ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: I think Kyrah would be a Virgo. ELEMENT: Water. Kyrah is exceptionally good at bending and changing herself to whatever shape/form she's needed to become. DRINK: A good Alderaanian wine.

Art by me (first time I'm posting any of my art on here, whaaat????)

OC Kiss #8 is my Astrea Peg'asi from Andromeda Six having a crossover with @valkblue's The Mandalorian OC, Elara. Thank you for letting me borrow your girl!

The neon lights of the Silver District flashed as she hurried down the street, dodging both puddles and stragglers as she searched for her guide. Vexx had snuck into one of the local sweet shops to get them some rich drinking chocolate only for her to get swept up in the pretty shawls across the avenue and they’d lost sight of each other. Now, Astrea Peg’asi couldn’t for the life of her find the idiot.

Again, she skipped over a puddle, but instead of clearing it, she landed on the edge and slipped, falling back towards the muddy water. The immediate fear for her cute dress, a silver chiffon number that stopped just above her knee, was the first thought to cross her mind. The second was that this was the end of her night and even if she didn’t find Vexx again after this, someone would catch her sneaking back in, after everything.

The thoughts stopped the moment Astrea realized she still stood, dangling at a precarious angle above the puddle, the hand wrapped around her wrist keeping her suspended in safety. With a tug, she landed on solid ground once more, nearly falling into whomever had been quick enough to rescue her from a watery fate.

Glancing up, Astrea was met with a curious pair of green eyes, a mess of brunette hair pulled back into a bun, pale human skin covered in light freckles…

And a scar cutting through the corner of a dazzling smirk.

You have unlocked Vic's super-secret, likely never to see the light of day Warhammer AU..... 👀