#week 0

JUSTIN HERBERT I Chargers Week 0 Practice 1 [27 Aug 2025]

I'm gonna draw him every week of 2026 (until the chapter drops)

I came up with this idea while tweaking some settings for my art on the other sideblog. I want to practice drawing a single thing, over and over again, and this elusive bastard is perfect. he has big shapes, not too complicated. . . maybe it'll motivate me to be more consistent with my resetting too.

ref:

Practice 3, Week 0

📍 The Bolt, CA | Aug 29, 2024

It is on, everyone. The newest edition of Backstory Weeks is about to start. This time, an all new theme. In the coming weeks, we’ll look at how core emotions have shaped our OC’s pasts, how they deal (or dealt) with feelings and what makes them them.

How does it work? Use a character from one of your WIPs (planned or in progress, or even finished); I recommend you stick with one, but it’s not required. Think about the questions, then use the prompts to write a scene set before the main story. That scene may be one that has significant impact on who they are today - or simply one that just showcases an important part of their past. Just see where you end up. And - have fun.

What matters? Be creative and support others! Check out their characters and scenes, find what you like, share, comment and make new friends!

What to do to be reblogged? Finish until the respective Sunday (your time or mine, doesn’t matter) and let me know you did it. Tag me, send it to me directly or tag with #yob7 or #yourocsbackstory. If it’s more than 500 words, please use a cut. Edits are welcome but not at all necessary. Please add content warnings before a cut if applicable. If you’re insprired, feel free to write nsfw entries, but I will not share them. This is a sfw blog.

Week 0 Introduction - prompt.

For week 0, we’ll focus on introduction and stick to the same questions we have before.

Write a scene or a monologue, where your character introduces themself to the reader, or to a random, friendly stranger. 

Here’s some possible prompts for that:

(a) Imagine they are stuck somewhere (waiting in an airport, adrift in a lifeboat, having their curls done at the hairdresser, whatever) and a young kid asks them „who are you?“. How would that dialogue play out?.

(b) Start with the words “My name is [your character’s name]” and have them introduce themself!

(c) Have them stuck in a police interrogation (guilty or not...), and make the detective desperate to find out who that person on the other side of the table is.

(d) Have them interviewed by a news host on television or in radio.

(e) Well, whatever you want really ;) Just let them talk.

Preliminary Schedule under the cut:

What a spot of fun that was! When a Guilder of dubious reputation named Yotan Bliss cracked open an old vault in Slagg’s Drift, he found more than anyone bargained for. He bottled as soon as he heard the moans, and the gangers who’d had the bad fortune to sign on with that drokkhead found themselves locked in the vault with hundreds of plague zombies! Four gangs, three fighters apiece, trying to survive the hoards until their buddies outside could get the doors open. They hurried to climb off the killing floor, and even worked together well enough, though they clearly didn’t much care for it. The chaos lads (Red Hand, they were called) went off on their own, and climbed pretty high, but the flesheaters followed ‘em up, and it weren’t long ‘fore they tumbled off the catwalks with their guts spilling out. The others fared a bit better, though the Eschers (Compulsory Vivisection, the combi-gang of killers and punk rockers) got mobbed pretty bad. I saw one girl go down, and another was surrounded ‘til the “Ministorum priest” from El Orden de San Miguel del Vacio (try saying that three times fast!) tossed a gout from his hand-flamer and set half of them on fire. He seemed to be aiming squarely at the lass, but it worked out well, so I suppose all’s well that ends well. Those whispering Delaques (the Serpent Syndicate, the snakes!) got caught up in a tight space, and that grenade-launcher-toting Orden lass blasted ‘em all out, doing some significant damage to the zombies, but hitting the Delaque leader squarely in the back! ‘Course, the Delaque got their own share of backstabbing. When the Delaque girl shotgunned the Escher into a hoard of zombies, I was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident, until she threw herself into the fray to save her! They’re a weird lot, those Delaques. Never know where you stand with ‘em. By the time the doors got opened, all the gangs were banged up pretty bad, ‘cept the Orden, on account of the big lad with the 4-foot claws tearing up zombie after zombie.

When they got out, they found medicae, crates of loot, and a note reading:

"Thank you for your assistance with the vault. Distracting those zombies was what I needed to get access to what I wanted. As a token of thanks, I have arranged for a medicae to nurse any of your members back to health. You may also have some of the equipment of the previous crew I sent in there to do the job. Obviously they were not as successful as you were. No hard feelings yeah? - Yotan Bliss"

Funny little thing that cookin’ up here, eh?

Keep all your eyes open!

-iii

P.S. I snapped some picts of the action. Take a look,  scummers!

2nd Water Tiger, Spring Beginning 1st (After Noon)

Huālíng blows over the chipped bowl filled with a tisane he’s carefully brewed in his now-vacated and washed sleeping kettle.

Zhì, for her part, huffs impatiently as she squats beside him by the cleaned-up fire pit.

“This is a lot of waiting just for something I coulda eaten with my hands,” she grumbles, the blue of such earlier exploits still staining her lips and fingers.

“Patience is a virtue,” he chides gently, without any bite.

“Grown-ups say that.”

“I am a grown-up,” he points out idly, testing the temperature of the simple tisane with the back of one knuckle.

This was from an art prompt on a discord I lurk on. I didn’t post it there because deadlines are for smart people. The prompt was “soul rend” a necromancer takes the soul of an apprentice that fails them for the last time. It’s supposed to be a Magic the Gathering type prompt, a black card, with the primary color being grays and blacks and some blue, which this is not because following directions is also for smart people. I gave her a corpse beetle broach thingy. the original idea being that the corpse beetle is a secondary carrion feeder. (Feeding on those that feed on the dead.)