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I’m sorry I disappeared here for a couple weeks. The wonderful and challenging fact of being a small business owner is that all the work falls on me in a busy season 🫠
This hobby has always been a way to nurture my creative side and prevent burn out… so I’m here to do so.
What’d everyone think of the show trailer?!?
TIB’s update:
The good news, I finally figured out the chapter outline!
The bad news, half of it is vastly different compared to what I’d already written 🫣
It would motivate me greatly if you all would send an ask with a word - if that word appears in the chapter (or that word sparks a sentence idea), I’ll post the sentence this week.
Appreciate you all understanding the ebb and flow of fandom in my life! This is still very important to me, and I’m all in, but had to work through this chapter’s challenges.
P.S. you can thank @fizzyginfizz for this update because apparently just chatting with her helps me sort out my writing woes 🧡
A platonic fic in which Bruce and Diana get high on Themyscira because it's been a century since I've written anything platonic-centric <3
Diana and pre-cheetah Barbara yuri because if the actual writers won't let them kiss I will
A superwonderbat fic because they are literally the throuple of all time
None of these are promises, sometimes I have an idea for something and then when I actually write it I get CRAZY writer's block but this is the gist of my evil plans rn <3
Well, I did write that chapter one will be out pretty soon unless I decide to start from new again.. guess what?
It was the right decision however since I am much happier with the beginning of the chapter now.
But I did expect to write faster, especially since I now have this page and the demo up but, as it always seems to be, my chronic illness decided to show itself again right when I have a goal.
I know the prologue doesn't give much yet and most probably won't care but since there are a few following, I did want to give a little update that sadly, it will take a bit longer but I try to finish it as fast as possible so that you guys can (hopefully) get a better feeling on what to expect from the story.
This might also be a good point to say that the updates between chapters are going to be slow and take some time. But I promise that they will come, sooner or later.
As my father likes to say: "This is a marathon, not a sprint".
I’m currently writing Chapter 19… 😉💋. Do with that information what you will.
Meanwhile, because apparently I cannot behave, I’ve also been brainstorming ideas for Fault Lines and the TFATWS timeline. Because of course this fic runs on angst, bad decisions, emotional damage, and whatever caffeine adjacent fumes are keeping me upright.
I was researching the time gap between TFATWS and Thunderbolts, which, yes, I know, is me getting way ahead of where Fault Lines currently is. I do this all the time. I sprint ten plotlines into the future, trip over my own foreshadowing, and then future me has to clean up the crime scene.
But it might be my pounding headache talking… because I started thinking about introducing Olivia.
I know I had initially said there would be no Olivia in this fic. But hear me out...
I think it could make things interesting.
Because yes, John and Em are going to distance themselves. Maybe it’s because of Bucky coming back. Maybe it’s because of something else entirely. No spoilers, mostly because I don’t even fully know yet. The plot gremlin is still chewing through the wires.
All I know is that by the time we reach the Thunderbolts timeline, I want John to have his dad arc.
Which means Olivia has to fit somewhere, somehow.
Anyway, I should probably take some ibuprofen and go to bed… except I’m at work, so instead I’m making fictional people suffer in my notes app. As one does.
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I hope you are all well 💕 I’m sorry if I haven’t been active lately in posting any fics. I’ve had a crazy few weeks, but I’m slowly but surely getting back on my feet again. I will be writing again soon, starting with chapter 4 of “one thing led to another…and I love her”.
I just wanted to leave an update bc it felt like I had abandoned this blog, but that’s not the case at all!!!
Anyways, I also want to talk about some recent hyperfixations I have!
I’ve been playing Red Dead Redemption, and I AM OBSESSED!!! I’ve spent my Sunday playing it all day. I can’t wait to delve deeper into the RDR universe 🤠
My guilty pleasure rn is Jack Abbot from The Pitt ~ I say guilty pleasure bc I haven’t actually watched The Pitt yet 😬🫣 and I feel so guilty about it!!!! Tumblr and TikTok edits have caught my attention!
I do fully intend to watch it as soon as I can!!! I’ve just got to finish Sons of Anarchy first (which is taking me too long bc season 7 is longggg for me)
Lastly, please do leave requests for fics! I want to kick my writers block, and requests help me A LOT!!!
the characters I will write for:
Joel Miller
Tommy Miller
Sons of Anarchy characters
The Walking Dead characters (both the show and telltale games)
Pedro Pascal characters
Oscar Isaac characters
Steve Murphy - Narcos
Anyways, thank you for all the love and support always!!! I am so grateful 💖
So not only have I finished chapter 3 of Red Strings and am almost finished chapter 4... I have just completed the next chapter of How to be Loved.
Only problem is I don't have my laptop (currently 1000km interstate from it) so I won't be uploading until I get home. But it does give me time to do a few more proofreading/edit's before publishing.
But given how long it has already been between chapters I figure y'all can wait a few more weeks. (For those of you who read my stuff anyhow).
Ouroboros: The first year in development (+small update!)
On this day, a year from now, I sat in the stark light from my monitors, eyes bloodshot and hands trembling; and I clicked the post button. I then choked my pc to death and ran away screaming, scrambling into the corner of the couch on all fours, hissing at every shadow (only one of those statements is a lie).
It was 4 am and I had been scrambling to get the last details of the demo correct, mumbling to myself and reasoning with my dog. I was so happy to be writing again, after years of piddling around with lackluster projects. I never thought Ouro would be welcomed as it was, and to be honest, the fact that it was scared the living shit out of me. After the hype settled, and I sat watching the continuous stream of support that poured my way, I kind of crumbled. There was a long and dirty road of clawing myself out of self-doubt, impostor syndrome and perfectionism. Some part of me knew it was coming, since its very on par with how I am shaped as a person (sopping wet pathetic meow meow), but after climbing many hills on my ongoing healing journey, I felt like I was prepared for it.
Writing Ouroboros went from fun little sidequest to get my mind off becoming a sturdy part of society again (exhausting), to another workload, to form of therapy, then torture and back again. My writing journal is amusing to scroll through:
Things went from bad to...
worse,
until the storm finally weakened. Every entry in my journal from this point gets progressively more hopeful, more resilient against the bad days.
:> This was around the point where I decided I wouldn't give up, come hell or high water. The progress was slow, like bleeding stone and pulling teeth, but it was moving. By the turn of the new year I was battered and bruised, but still hopeful.
And I know that this, these emotions that I went through, were way out of proportion for a hobby writing project, but with every ask that came through telling me about your MC's budding journey in Ouro, every gushing emotion you've shared with me, every gleaming piece of art, every kind word; every correcting one, too, this grew to something really precious to me. I wouldn't give it up for anything, even if it feels like I'm barely keeping my head above surface in this terrifying, stormy sea of a life.
I can't wait to see what comes next, even if the road is bumpy. All I know is that I will keep chipping away at this story with everything I got. And all I can say is that I'm so grateful for your continued support and patience, I barely have words for it. You are incredible. Thank you.
Now, enough of my bleeding heart. Get over here! I have some treats to share.
Mainly, it is the little update to the demo that I'd like to share; Idren/Ida's 101. I did my best to finish it today, but I only had an hour or two of effective worktime (excuse: I was outside for most of the day in bloody blizzard and it knocked me on my ass more than I'd like to admit). It is cut off at the different scene transitions, which I will add after I have some time to work on them this saturday. Id's 101 was the most complex out of all of them, so there is still plenty to explore and different outcomes to see. I hope you have fun!
To see it, go through Lena's scene and don't scream -> accept alliance -> visit archives. That will take you to the new content. CW for very emotionally charged arguments and... almost dying.
Play it here. Save often. (or wait until next week as I sadly couldn't finish everything on time for the anniversary) (I have done bare minimum playtesting, but I will fix any gamebreaking errors if there are any, immediately. There shouldn't be any, but you never know.)
A sneakpeek of the short I also will be working on on saturday:
It is sunny on the day of $!{leith}'s funeral. It is not supposed to be sunny. It is supposed to rain on bad days, and the wind is supposed to whip dry leaves into dancing columns. Thunder is supposed to rumble in the distance, and then right near so that the even the windows rattle with trepidation. But it doesn't. The sun lounges calmly on the perfectly still water of Riven's lake, glittering with winking light as the serene waves lick the edge of the populated harbor. There is chatter, too, not the moaning whispers of grieving people. Not a sob to be heard, but the flutter of a laugh and a joyous embrace of lovers right in front of you.
"People have forgotten, the sacrifice we made." Lyselin stands in full knight-hunter armor beside you, the silver gleaming in the stark light.
And some art of F!Leith that I have started:
♥ That's it. Know that I'm working as hard as I can (both on Ouro, and learning how to balance work around it, lmao.), even if I fall short sometimes, there ain't no quitting. See you soon!
