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[illarian-rambling]

Well, I finally worked myself up to do some painting, so here's Izjik in her aquatic form!

I feel kinda so-so about it because of the blue wash, but paintings always grow on me once I let them sink in for a bit. I might still mess with the background tbh, now that I'm really looking at it. But thus is art! I hope you all enjoy me branching out from my medium a bit :)

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[elsie-writes]

She is gorgeous, as always <3 I love all the blue-ish colors!

[illarian-rambling]

As a study in contrast, and continuing my series of drawing my characters as kids, here's Djek and Avymere! (And Avymere's dad)

Some of you familiar with his backstory will know that Djek grew up on the street during a famine. As for Avymere, I imagine this is the first time their dad took them to a martial arts competition.

Hope you enjoy!

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[elsie-writes]

These are both so great! Djek breaks my heart, but I'm happy Avymere looks like they're having a good time <3

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt List: Romantic Prompts (4)

Masterpost by creativepromptsforwriting

Dating

Prompt #333: Imagine your OTP (8)

Imagine your OTP where both partners want to surprise the other one with a wonderful date but all of their cleverly thought out plans fail and it looks like this is going to go down in history as the worst Valentine’s Day ever. + if it’s actually not that bad in the end

Prompt #419

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” “Sounds more like a job interview than a date.”

Prompt #468

“If I go on a date with you, will you bring the dog from your profile picture?”

Prompt #481

“I need just one date.” “You think you can woo me with just one date?” “Absolutely.”

Prompt #644

“Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?” “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?” {Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack}

Prompt #658

A date on a ferris wheel sounds incredibly romantic, but it can be a disaster if one of them is afraid of heights.

Prompt #1026

“I thought a few candles would be very romantic.” “You almost burnt down the house.”

More: Romance Prompt Lists

[elsie-writes]

These are so great, totally imagining Maddox and Zalaph with Prompt 644 though :)

[illarian-rambling]

Real quick before I go to bed, @elsie-writes kindly suggested I draw Sepo as a kid to continue my learning to draw people who aren't adults, so here is him and his brother! Sepo is the one on the left and Saius is the one on the right.

There's about four years between them, with Saius being older. After their mom died and they went to the Saryimastra Seat temple, Saius did his best to take care of his shy younger brother. Their pose is based off the painting Princes in the Tower, and if you're familiar with that, yes the tragic connotations are intentional.

With that, sweet dreams!

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[elsie-writes]

Oh, I LOVE this. You can definitely see the resemblance between the two :)

[elsie-writes]

Part 2 of @corinneglass's Writing Prompts :)

Part 1/Prompt 1 is here!

Prompt 2: (TW: super small mention of self harm, death, stalking)

I’m perfectly immortal. I can’t grow old or die of wounds. My skin magically patches up when I try to hurt myself - I’ve tried. Of course, it’s not natural - it’s because the son of the Goddess of Death is madly in love with me. And it’s not that he’s all that bad of a guy, but… he’s just kind of… different. He seems nice, don’t get me wrong, but he’s just really awkward. Like painfully so. The last time I saw him he was hiding behind his mom’s flowing black cloak, gripping onto it like a toddler meeting someone new. And he’s… how old now? How old am I now? Age only matters for so long, and it lost its meaning for me several million years ago, but who knows. Maybe he still cares. He wears your classic Harry Potter glasses. Big, round, super nerdy. He’s got a bowl cut, and he wears sweater vests and crocs. Like who does that? Also, I’m a flaming hot lesbian, so that’s definitely got some say in this matter. I feel bad for the guy, I really do. But if he wants a friendship, which is all this can ever be, he’s gonna have to try to talk sometime. I have tried to initiate conversation after conversation with him, but he just blushes or grunts or whatever noise he decides to make that day. And at first I thought, okay, fine enough, if he really is in love with me, the blushing and all makes sense, but then it got to the point where I would try to talk to him, and he would just stare. Straight-faced, dead eyed, staring. Oh, and did I mention his eyes are pitch black? Complete, utter darkness. No distinction between the iris and the pupil and the sclera. Everything, all black. So, that’s unsettling enough, right? But, and this is going to sound crazy, but… I swear I keep seeing him. Everywhere. Which doesn’t sound crazy, but let me explain. At first, yeah, we just ran into each other all the time. At totally normal places. He was also getting bananas at the store, he was also mailing a letter at the post office, he was also walking his… dog? Or whatever that thing is that he has. It’s way too big to be a dog, but it looks like a dog. I did some research once and I think it’s the Black Shuck, or something like that, it sure looks like that anyway. Long, dark, mangy, ratty-looking fur and huge glowing green eyes. But, then I started seeing him in even more places. He was at my church, even though I doubt he believes. That’d be crazy, wouldn’t it? The son of Death himself believing in one religion over the others? He just so happened to be watching the exact same niche movie as me at the theater, the exact same theater at the exact same time on the exact same day? But I just chalked it up to coincidences, you know? But it’s gotten way worse as of late. He’s been in my dreams. Which, logically, is probably just because I’m thinking about and stressing about him a lot. That doesn’t account for the rest, though. I swear I’ve seen him in my house. In my bedroom, late at night, when I wake up, I see his face in a dark corner. I swear I’ve seen him in the backseat of my car, and the scariest part? I see his face behind me in mirrors and pictures. I’ve taken countless pictures, selfies, whatever, and.. He’s in them. Even though he isn’t there when I take them. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what he’s trying to do, or what his plan is, all I know is… I’m scared.

[illarian-rambling]

At that point, call Death to drag her kid back home for a proper damn talking to

[elsie-writes]

For real, he has no clue how to act in society.

[elsie-writes]

Part 3 of @corinneglass's Writing Prompts :)

Part 1/Prompt 1 is here!

Part 2/Prompt 2 is here!

Prompt 3: (TW: snakes, super duper small mention of starvation)

It had begun. The deification process. Power was flooding through her veins. Her blood felt like it was boiling beneath her skin. Her eyes were red hot with potential. She felt entirely divine. And just like that, it was over. And she was the new Goddess of the Snake. Her people would never suffer again. Fertility, longevity, and protection would reign supreme, as long as she was there to provide it. And maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be as hungry. So many mouths to feed, she thought, Yet not enough. Just then, a thousand snakes slithered into the ancient temple, stirring up a cloud of dust in their wake. Scales of green and red and yellow and even a few purple filled the room, the colors catching in the early morning sunlight. They slid their way over to her, and she knew what she had to do. She situated herself on the mountain of snakes that lay before her, and they carried her, much like a car, back to her village. By the time they arrived, most of the people, her people, were still asleep in their mud houses. But that didn’t stop her. “People of Pousilla, hear me!” she announced, loud and proud for all, even the oldest members of her community, to hear. She waited for several front doors to open before continuing. Word would spread, she was sure, so there was no need to wait for every single townsperson to get up. Pousilla was known for its gossip just as much, if not more, than its sugar production. The sugar production which left her village poor and defenseless and unable to make enough money to provide for themselves. The sugar production which left her apotheosis being the only way out of this mess. Or so she hoped. She certainly didn’t blame the sugar production, she had worked in it her whole life, but she did blame the Americans that bought it from them and paid much too little. Much less than the sugar was worth. But they had to take what they could get. But that all ended now. “People of Pousilla,” she reiterated as the snakes lifted her up into a standing position, stacking themselves higher and higher until she rose above the people outside their doors. “It is I, your loyal and hard-working neighbor, your equal, Yumna. And I have done a thing for you all.” A few of the villagers were now starting to whisper to each other, clearly noticing the horde of reptiles at her feet, getting an early start on the ever-going rumor mill. “No need to fret, my associates here are tame. I am their queen after all. Soon to be yours, but believe me when I say I have your best intentions at heart.” “We will no longer struggle from infertility amongst ourselves and our land, and we will no longer have to worry about how much time we all have. We will live long, happy, prosperous lives. I will see to it myself.” A grin spread across Yumna’s face before she could even realize. “Ladies and gentlemen, you no longer have to worry because I, Queen Yumna, Goddess of the Snake, shall protect you from and do my utmost best to prevent all of your earthly problems!”

[illarian-rambling]

Queen shit, honestly 🙌

[elsie-writes]

Honestly, she's slaying <3

[elsie-writes]

Part 3 of @corinneglass's Writing Prompts :)

Part 1/Prompt 1 is here!

Part 2/Prompt 2 is here!

Prompt 3: (TW: snakes, super duper small mention of starvation)

It had begun. The deification process. Power was flooding through her veins. Her blood felt like it was boiling beneath her skin. Her eyes were red hot with potential. She felt entirely divine. And just like that, it was over. And she was the new Goddess of the Snake. Her people would never suffer again. Fertility, longevity, and protection would reign supreme, as long as she was there to provide it. And maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t be as hungry. So many mouths to feed, she thought, Yet not enough. Just then, a thousand snakes slithered into the ancient temple, stirring up a cloud of dust in their wake. Scales of green and red and yellow and even a few purple filled the room, the colors catching in the early morning sunlight. They slid their way over to her, and she knew what she had to do. She situated herself on the mountain of snakes that lay before her, and they carried her, much like a car, back to her village. By the time they arrived, most of the people, her people, were still asleep in their mud houses. But that didn’t stop her. “People of Pousilla, hear me!” she announced, loud and proud for all, even the oldest members of her community, to hear. She waited for several front doors to open before continuing. Word would spread, she was sure, so there was no need to wait for every single townsperson to get up. Pousilla was known for its gossip just as much, if not more, than its sugar production. The sugar production which left her village poor and defenseless and unable to make enough money to provide for themselves. The sugar production which left her apotheosis being the only way out of this mess. Or so she hoped. She certainly didn’t blame the sugar production, she had worked in it her whole life, but she did blame the Americans that bought it from them and paid much too little. Much less than the sugar was worth. But they had to take what they could get. But that all ended now. “People of Pousilla,” she reiterated as the snakes lifted her up into a standing position, stacking themselves higher and higher until she rose above the people outside their doors. “It is I, your loyal and hard-working neighbor, your equal, Yumna. And I have done a thing for you all.” A few of the villagers were now starting to whisper to each other, clearly noticing the horde of reptiles at her feet, getting an early start on the ever-going rumor mill. “No need to fret, my associates here are tame. I am their queen after all. Soon to be yours, but believe me when I say I have your best intentions at heart.” “We will no longer struggle from infertility amongst ourselves and our land, and we will no longer have to worry about how much time we all have. We will live long, happy, prosperous lives. I will see to it myself.” A grin spread across Yumna’s face before she could even realize. “Ladies and gentlemen, you no longer have to worry because I, Queen Yumna, Goddess of the Snake, shall protect you from and do my utmost best to prevent all of your earthly problems!”

[elsie-writes]

Part 2 of @corinneglass's Writing Prompts :)

Part 1/Prompt 1 is here!

Prompt 2: (TW: super small mention of self harm, death, stalking)

I’m perfectly immortal. I can’t grow old or die of wounds. My skin magically patches up when I try to hurt myself - I’ve tried. Of course, it’s not natural - it’s because the son of the Goddess of Death is madly in love with me. And it’s not that he’s all that bad of a guy, but… he’s just kind of… different. He seems nice, don’t get me wrong, but he’s just really awkward. Like painfully so. The last time I saw him he was hiding behind his mom’s flowing black cloak, gripping onto it like a toddler meeting someone new. And he’s… how old now? How old am I now? Age only matters for so long, and it lost its meaning for me several million years ago, but who knows. Maybe he still cares. He wears your classic Harry Potter glasses. Big, round, super nerdy. He’s got a bowl cut, and he wears sweater vests and crocs. Like who does that? Also, I’m a flaming hot lesbian, so that’s definitely got some say in this matter. I feel bad for the guy, I really do. But if he wants a friendship, which is all this can ever be, he’s gonna have to try to talk sometime. I have tried to initiate conversation after conversation with him, but he just blushes or grunts or whatever noise he decides to make that day. And at first I thought, okay, fine enough, if he really is in love with me, the blushing and all makes sense, but then it got to the point where I would try to talk to him, and he would just stare. Straight-faced, dead eyed, staring. Oh, and did I mention his eyes are pitch black? Complete, utter darkness. No distinction between the iris and the pupil and the sclera. Everything, all black. So, that’s unsettling enough, right? But, and this is going to sound crazy, but… I swear I keep seeing him. Everywhere. Which doesn’t sound crazy, but let me explain. At first, yeah, we just ran into each other all the time. At totally normal places. He was also getting bananas at the store, he was also mailing a letter at the post office, he was also walking his… dog? Or whatever that thing is that he has. It’s way too big to be a dog, but it looks like a dog. I did some research once and I think it’s the Black Shuck, or something like that, it sure looks like that anyway. Long, dark, mangy, ratty-looking fur and huge glowing green eyes. But, then I started seeing him in even more places. He was at my church, even though I doubt he believes. That’d be crazy, wouldn’t it? The son of Death himself believing in one religion over the others? He just so happened to be watching the exact same niche movie as me at the theater, the exact same theater at the exact same time on the exact same day? But I just chalked it up to coincidences, you know? But it’s gotten way worse as of late. He’s been in my dreams. Which, logically, is probably just because I’m thinking about and stressing about him a lot. That doesn’t account for the rest, though. I swear I’ve seen him in my house. In my bedroom, late at night, when I wake up, I see his face in a dark corner. I swear I’ve seen him in the backseat of my car, and the scariest part? I see his face behind me in mirrors and pictures. I’ve taken countless pictures, selfies, whatever, and.. He’s in them. Even though he isn’t there when I take them. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what he’s trying to do, or what his plan is, all I know is… I’m scared.

[elsie-writes]

hey!

I saw your rant, and I don’t know if this’ll help, but you said that you wanted to focus on writing prompts. I know this might not be your cup of tea, and that’s ok, you don’t have to respond to this if you don’t want to, but to help you write things you’d like to write, I do have some writing prompts.

I’ll put three here. If you don’t want to answer them, that’s ok! I just want to help you feel more comfortable writing, and wanted to give you some inspiration!

Prompt 1:

She had her arrow aimed at the man’s broad back, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she pulled the bowstring taut, earning a creak from the bow’s wood, preparing the arrow to fly— But then the man turned around, finding her in the eaves as if he’d known she was there all along. He winked,

Prompt 2:

You’re perfectly immortal. You can’t grow old or die of wounds. Your skin magically patches up when you try to hurt yourself - you’ve tried. Of course, it’s not natural - it’s because the son of the Goddess of Death is madly in love with you.

Prompt 3:

It had begun. The deification process. Power was flooding through her veins. Her blood felt like it was boiling beneath her skin. Her eyes were red hot with potential. She felt entirely divine.

Have fun writing, even if it’s not any of these prompts!

Corinne <33

Aw, thank you so much for these! These actually did pique my interest and I wrote all three yesterday (which added up to like 1500+ words I think, so that's honestly great practice for me who usually writes about 3 words lol). I love them because I don't think I personally would have picked some of them, but I was pleasantly surprised when I really liked writing them all! So, thanks for that! :)

I think I'm going to break the three up into three different posts just because Tumblr doesn't like long posts, but I'll post the first one as an answer to this ask, under the cut <3

Prompt 1: (TW: discussions of suicide, suicidal ideation, death, super small mention of losing your mind)

She had her arrow aimed at the man’s broad back, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she pulled the bowstring taut, earning a creak from the bow’s wood, preparing the arrow to fly— But then the man turned around, finding her in the eaves as if he’d known she was there all along. He winked. She stormed over to him, weaving through the crowds of people. Her face was turning a bright shade of crimson, though she desperately tried to hide it behind her blonde tresses. "What do you think you're doing?" She hissed through her teeth. If he wasn't careful, he would get himself killed. "Winking," He said, that goofy grin and mischievous sparkle in his eyes reminding her why she'd fallen for him in the first place. Not that he knew that. "And you're gonna get yourself killed." She said, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "They can see us, they're watching us right now." she finished, gesturing with her head over her shoulder. "And?" He asked, his cheerful jokester demeanor suddenly changing to a serious one. "I'm going to get killed either way, whether you shoot me or they do, I'm not coming out of this alive." His eyes turned dark. "I'm not sure I want to." "Don't talk like that." She said, gently. "Why not?" He said, growing angry, his face turning a bright crimson that matched her own moments earlier. "I've got nothing to live for, nothing waiting for me. Why should I live?" "Because," she started, taking his head in her hands, angling it down slightly. "I'll be waiting for you." And then, the tension broke. She couldn't contain herself anymore, and neither could he. Their lips met, and then parted, letting their tongues take the lead. They kissed until they were out of breath, and then they kissed some more, hands buried in each other's hair, his messy brown and her blonde waves. Their eyes met, her blue ones piercing his hazel, and in a low tone she rasped. "Because if you're gone, I might as well be. Physically to be with you, or in my own mind… but you're the only reason I have. And I know you feel the same." He studied her for a second, before pulling her to his chest. Caught in his embrace, she had never felt more content than in that moment. He held her at arm's length, inspecting her one last time. "Fine," he said, the sparkle back in his eyes. "Then I will live, so that I may live with you."

[illarian-rambling]

I thought it'd be cute to draw some of my characters as kids during my day off, so here's little Astra and Mashal :)

She'd be the bossiest nine year old you've ever met, and he definitely carries that wooden sword wherever he goes

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[elsie-writes]

They're so precious! <333

[illarian-rambling]

Ikr! I had a lot of fun with this one, so I want to do another, but idk who I should do next

[elsie-writes]

Hm, that's tough. Maybe Sepo and his brother? Grumpy Sepo as a kid is really cute and funny to me, but I'd be excited to see any of them :)

[illarian-rambling]

Damn, that's a good idea. I don't think I've ever drawn Saius actually. I think I'll take you up on that :)

[elsie-writes]

I think they'll be a cute little duo for sure, I'll be waiting excitedly (but patiently!) :)

[elsie-writes]

So, ramble time because I haven't been here for a while (I've been scrolling and reading your guys' awesome creations, don't you worry, but I feel like I haven't been active and posted things in FOREVER):

(Ramble under the cut):

Before I rant for God knows how long, these are all thoughts. None of this is set in stone, but if I do end up doing any of these or slowly implementing them over time, I don't want it to come as a dramatic surprise (even though that's my whole brand :))

Mainly I feel like my problem is just taking everything too seriously, wanting things to be perfect, etc. etc. Which is VERY writer of me, I might add, but I really want to try and be more laid back in the future and just go with the flow of how I'm feeling and not putting so much pressure on myself.

THIS MEANS that I feel like my problem lately has just been restricting myself to certain writing and forcing myself to write things, even when I'd rather be writing something else. Obviously, there's a time and a place for buckling down and writing, but I'm starting to realize. I'm 16. There's no rush to get a book finished, I don't need to write a full 50k+ word length novel. I don't need to write every day to be valid.

I'm 16. I am not in the place in my writing journal where I NEED to finish a book to get it published someday, heck, I don't even need to be worried about publishing right now (which, I'm not personally, but I am SO hard on myself about sticking to projects and only letting myself write on my 'current' project, even if I want to do my new shiny idea, or work on a different WIP. And I'm 16. I should be able to write whatever I want, whenever. Whether that means a couple of sentences or twenty pages or whatever.)

So, I want to stop putting so much pressure on myself with writing. Will I finish a book someday? Maybe. Does it really matter, especially now? Not really. It'd be neat, but I can do what I want right now, and that's fine.

I am absolutely NOT giving up on my WIPs that I've started, or any of my half-baked ideas, or half-finished novels, or any of those. That just means I might take a break from them. Or I might not. Whatever I feel like.

But what I feel like right now is writing dumb shit. Finding writing prompts I like and writing one scene that doesn't have to have any planning or character development or outlining done. I just sit and write the scene. I want to make random OCs that aren't tied to anything. I want to write short stories and maybe try my hand at a mini-series that goes in episodic format. I want to write without the rules of "everything has to make sense and connect right and the characters have to make sense and you have to write on this WIP" and all that. For right now anyway.

In sort of the same vein, I'm going to put less pressure on myself to do tag games. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE them with a passion, but I am too much of a perfectionist for half of them and wind myself up over nothing (at least at the moment). So you totally CAN continue tagging me in things, I just might not answer them if they don't strike my exact particular specific fancy at that moment (and PLEASE I'm begging you don't take it personally if it doesn't, it's me not you).

But I'd love to keep getting asks, and just try and move at my own pace right now. Life's not a race and I need to stop treating it like it is. I'm just gonna use right now as an excuse to try new things (hopefully!) and maybe post some writing snippets just for fun or hop on some open tag games if they strike my fancy or do some random writing prompts with random characters that aren't tied to any WIPs (and maybe some character intros and WIP intros if I'm feeling fancy :)).

I'm going to try to be more active with just interacting with the community (but we see how that goes with social anxiety lol) and just read more of your guys' stuff and see what you all are up to :)

ALSO: Thanks so much for 98 followers, that's fucking crazy and I love all of you. I can't believe we're so close to 100, and I don't get why you crazy people would want to follow me and my silly little guys, but I'm glad that you do <3

I think that's about it, once again just thoughts so watch me not even follow through, but Project R.S and Project H.A aren't ending, posts with them just might be less and more sporadic (but hey, they have been already). Just needed to post a sequel to the I'm Not Dead post and be more dramatic, because that's my style lol.

Love you all, hope you're doing phenomenally :)

[corinnes-old-blog]

omg this is actually so real. (under the cut bc it turned out longer than I expected)

I hate planning and outlining and all of that, but I just can't seem to write any of my WIPs until I've planned well enough that I have a good understanding of my characters. I feel like I haven't written anything in so long, and it's kinda sapping my energy.

And also being a teenager, life gets in the way, too. There's school and friends and drama and classes and a whole bunch of other shit that just keeps me awake at night. And I find that I just don't have enoguh time to do anything. I start by saying, "ok, I'm going to finish [blank]" but then the day ends and I find I haven't done anything. It's procrastination or something or the other and I'm just so tired at the end of the day, even though I didn't really do anything.

And then there's people in my life asking me to publish. "Just short stories," they say, but it's not that easy or simple. Ideas, characters, time, worrying that I won't get chosen, that I'm not good enough. And I'm 15, for god's sake. Why do I have to publish now? Why is it such a big race?

And my perfectionism. I can't write a half-hearted, shitty sentence. No matter how hard I try. Everyone says not to edit while writing but I can't continue writing if the sentence isn't to my standards. Everything has to be perfect, and I'm working on it but it's hard.

There's always so much going on, and I feel like no one really gets it, but posts like this just make me realise like I'm not alone.

You're not alone, Elsie, I know exactly how that feels. Thank you for sharing!

[elsie-writes]

I totally feel you. I made this post honestly just to let everyone know that I'm okay and attempt to take some of the pressure and stress off of me, but writing and just life in general can be a lot. But there's no rush. We all go at our own pace, and it's okay if you feel like that's slower than you'd like. It's a hard thing to accept and act out, for sure, but it's alright. Glad you liked this post and it made you feel a little less alone :)

[illarian-rambling]

I thought it'd be cute to draw some of my characters as kids during my day off, so here's little Astra and Mashal :)

She'd be the bossiest nine year old you've ever met, and he definitely carries that wooden sword wherever he goes

Tag list below the cut

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[elsie-writes]

They're so precious! <333

[illarian-rambling]

Ikr! I had a lot of fun with this one, so I want to do another, but idk who I should do next

[elsie-writes]

Hm, that's tough. Maybe Sepo and his brother? Grumpy Sepo as a kid is really cute and funny to me, but I'd be excited to see any of them :)

[illarian-rambling]

I thought it'd be cute to draw some of my characters as kids during my day off, so here's little Astra and Mashal :)

She'd be the bossiest nine year old you've ever met, and he definitely carries that wooden sword wherever he goes

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@evilgabe29 @trippingpossum @fortunatetragedy @halfbakedspuds

[elsie-writes]

They're so precious! <333

[illarian-rambling]

We've got ghost portraits!

Faalgun might look intimidating, but you have to understand that he's three and a half feet tall. And it doesn't show because color scares me, but Pash's eyes and teeth are both red.

Hope you enjoy!

@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks

@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

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@evilgabe29 @trippingpossum @fortunatetragedy @halfbakedspuds

[elsie-writes]

OBSESSED with all of them. Pash with the red eyes and teeth sounds stunning and Kaulakri is gorgeous all the way around.

[illarian-rambling]

Ah, thanks! I'm really proud of Kaulakri, I think her spots look great <3

[elsie-writes]

Aw, that's such an adorable detail! <3

[illarian-rambling]

We've got ghost portraits!

Faalgun might look intimidating, but you have to understand that he's three and a half feet tall. And it doesn't show because color scares me, but Pash's eyes and teeth are both red.

Hope you enjoy!

@amandacanwrite @elsie-writes @riveriafalll @kosmic-kore @kaylinalexanderbooks

@bard-coded @carrotsinnovember @patternwelded-quill @somethingclevermahogony @whatwewrotepodcast

@the-angriest-author @mk-writes-stuff @frostedlemonwriter @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @watermeezer

@leahnardo-da-veggie @mr-orion @televisionjester @the-ellia-west @ray-writes-n-shit

@evilgabe29 @trippingpossum @fortunatetragedy @halfbakedspuds

[elsie-writes]

OBSESSED with all of them. Pash with the red eyes and teeth sounds stunning and Kaulakri is gorgeous all the way around.

[ymutate]

Nothing, Arizona

[elsie-writes]

I just like how spooky it looks lol

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Hey! I know we've never really properly interacted before, but I have been absolutely devouring your Convenience Store Vampire series (and I'm hoping to move on to A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl next :)) and I was just curious about your writing process for your different mini-series! I haven't read any other mini-series before, and I was wondering how you write them. Do you plan out the stories before hand or just wing it and write a part and see where it takes you?

Hope you have a great day/night <3

First of all, thank you so much for enjoy my stuff!! It really makes me overjoyed that people like the sillies in my head.

As for the mini-series, they're really not that different from an ordinary short story! I just formatted it to be in sets of 500-1000 words, because Tumblr doesn't really like ultra-long stories. It also means I can post each bit as I'm done writing it (so yeah, you're seeing my raw first draft up there)

And yeah, I don't plan anything. Half the time I just start off with a funny scene in my head (ie Dave finding a dead exorcist on his doorstep) and roll with it. I find the trouble with planning things is that I get bored of them when I try to actually write it out :/

Anyways, thank you so much for the ask!! Enjoy your day, you lovely human being!

[elsie-writes]

Oh, that makes sense! Thanks so much for answering! I'm kind of tempted to try out that format for myself and see how it goes :)