I’m Liz (they/them) aka Lizzable on Ao3. I’m huge into Linked Universe and am a D&D enjoyer, especially CR and D20. This blog is a safe space for all people except assholes.
I write one fanfiction and it’s very long. It’s called Don’t Lose Heart. I’m working on writing skills so I can write my own series of blisteringly popular YA novels that get franchised for zillions of dollars.
I’ve got a crazy long queue which is just about all LU, peppered with a little writer stuff. So if I’m dead you won’t know for at least two weeks.
More shit under the cut.
The reason my mood is a bit weird is because I’m ✧˚ ⋆ mentally ill ✧˚ · . haha seriously though I have Bipolar II Disorder. It’s really fun and lifelong! So I tend to have happy periods between random spans of time where things are a bit not good. I’ll probably post more when that happens purely because I’m circling the drain.
My fic has some dark themes and some of them creep over into my blog, always with a tw, mainly because I tend to write the dark shit from real life into stories. I try to remember to tag self posts #shh Liz, so if you want to get in my head now you know how, or if you’d like to filter out my personal shit you can literally shh me. I won’t mind if you do!
Look after yourself first. It’s possible to get fatigued when you’re putting your time and energy on the line to support other people. If you don’t give yourself the same grace, you will burn out and become hardened to suffering. Don’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I did a thing a few weeks ago! My first podfic, for the amazing @lizzable's story 'Don't Lose Heart'. Go give their fic a read, its challenging matter in some spots but its awesomely written!
Happy Birthday @pelicanpig!! (or is it 👀) I have completed this fic for you, and to accompany it a little Legend/Fable art piece. I hope you enjoy and thank you for being my second ever posted shipfic. Best birthday wishes your way my friend!!
I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM 😍😍😍😍😍
Poposusz, you know I've been waiting for this as patiently as possible, going absolutely feral for every little teaser I've seen. They are everything to me ❤️❤️❤️
I'm so excited to read. You'll be hearing my unhinged thoughts don't worry 🫡🤣
This is my traditional place to crash out. I'm not going to vaguepost. I am desperately fucking sad all the time because of everything that's happened. I've been so incredibly lucky to have friends who have helped me cope, talked to me at stupid hours and for a stupidly long time. Real life friends who have hosted me at their homes. Tumblr friends who have sent anything from a DM to a kind word to an emoji response. It all means a lot.
That's what I've needed the most, and that's what I've been blessed to have. Friends who have stayed with me even when I am a depressed blob. I really hope I'm worth it. Everyone who has been with me in this time, and who will be with me, thank you. There are people out there I can rely on, and I just have to remind myself that.
I've tried getting angry. It doesn't last. But I'm not spineless. I'm not waiting for things to go back to how they were before any more. I'm trying, in all areas of my life, to move forward and find happiness. That doesn't get rid of the pain, and the crushing, crushing loneliness, and the feelings of betrayal. I'm still in shock. I can't reconcile the relationship that existed in my mind with what has happened. And beyond everything else, the absolute agony of being without my son has eroded my resilience completely.
So for staying with me, thank you. You're saving my life. You represent the best things a person can be, a reminder that it's not all bad. It's hard to trust when it keeps coming back to bite me, but I promise I'll try.
I've been off Tumblr for a little. Not intentionally, just been really busy.
How do you remember who you were before a relationship? I'm trying to figure out who I am but it's all I can do to distract myself from how lonely I am. I can't remember who I was thirteen years ago. I can't even really remember who I was before my son was born.
Another night without him. Custody is split. The primary parenting I've done for years structured my life. I did everything for him. So rare were the times that my ex did bedtime that I can count them on two hands. There have been over a thousand bedtimes.
Now I'm fucking alone. I don't have any friends who have gone through this. I miss my ex, I miss my son. I miss having my own place to live. I miss being a family. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to exist without my child.
Regardless of the parts that were bad, or frightening, or stressful, my life was better before. Regardless of how she hurt me, if she wanted me back I'd go right now. Not for her, but for him. For the other half of his life. For the bedtimes. So that I don't have to watch him cry as I drive away again.
Is this a normal way to feel? I don't know. I don't know if I'm meant to go over there and put myself at her mercy. Did I really try hard enough? Was everything that happened actually that bad? If I'd never said anything, and kept my head down, or never made friends in the first place, maybe I'd still be there and I'd be with my son. If I promised to disappear from everywhere maybe that would convince her to try again.
Objectively that seems like a bad idea. But emotionally...
No, like an actual real life physical book with my bare hands, from start to finish. I had never bound a book before, but Roots (At The Root Of All Things) by @weavingstarlight grabbed me by the throat and would not let me go until I made art about it.
So, me being me, I decided to try not only an entirely new medium, but to do so with the intent that the finished product be the author's birthday present. Stars has now gotten their (belated, thanks to shipping) gift, so I can finally share the project with the class.
I really hope that I did this phenomenal work justice, and that Stars likes its non-traditional fanart.
For details about the project and the process, see below.
So, because I had no idea what I was doing, I initially did the typeset to print an A5 (aka stock-standard) sized book, and then realized that it wasn't enough pages and had to reformat it all as an A6 (smaller), which is the sizing for the finished book. I began this the literal day the fic was posted, and finished within twenty four hours. (Have I mentioned that you should go read the fic?)
The rest of the binding process followed that pattern. I was pretty sure I knew what I was doing (I live with a very good fan binder, and was extrapolating off of watching her work) and then was promptly proved wrong by the constraints of the bind itself, having to pivot.
And much like with my usual medium, the changes that the project demanded ended up changing the project for the better. I ended up with a far nicer book that I initially conceptualized. Next time I will dream a little bigger.
In the end I had an A6 size book, bound with a velvet suede-like bookcloth over a non-rigid spine. The cover design was meant to mirror the impression of a fairy pinned in a shadow box, and is metallic heat transfer vinyl for the gold, and iron-on strip flock for the wings.
The result is very nice to pet, I want the record to show.
A lot of little mistakes were made along the way. I actually gave Stars a list of said mistakes hand written into the back of the book itself, for the laugh. I will say though that sewing the signatures was way easier than I thought it would be, and putting the book in the paper trimmer was infinitely scarier than I thought possible.
Thank you for reading this far, if you did. And please, for the love of Hylia, go read Roots. (And uh… read the tags before you do, the tags mean business.)
I made a gift for @lizzable for their fic Don’t Lose Heart (I tried to link it but 🤷♀️😭). We were having a little celebration and I wanna share this so bad
Do you remember when I started roaming your comment section?
I commented on chapter 24 that the image of the unlit bombs on the bridge would make a very nice family portrait. And that thought stuck with me. So what better time to try my hand at drawing than our little celebration?
And in my best commenting tradition, I'm quoting your own words back at you 💚
The bridge was long, broad - and damaged. There were cracks spanning its width and breadth. The chain knew what to do with cracked stone.
“Shall we?” Sky asked, dangling his bomb bag.
“We shall, good sir!” Wind drew out his own.
“Let me do the honours.” Legend said, pulling out a bow and beginning to set up a bomb arrow.
Wild placed a spherical bomb, [...]
A colourful assortment of unlit bombs sat in a neat row along the bridge. Legend squared his aim, tilting into the wind a little, and fired off his arrow. Wild was impressed - the trajectory was perfect, landing the explosive in the middle of the line of bombs.
The chain reaction was gargantuan.
(slightly different version under the cut)
I made another version with the General coming for them, not knowing what damage the nine of them together can deal (yes, @wellwornworldwalker I am shamelessly stealing your interpretation and selling it off as done on purpose...)
From left to right: Wild, Four, Wars, Hyrule, Sky, Twilight, Wind, Legend, Time
Thank you for inviting me to the Creek, my friend 💚
@lizzable I’m excited to share the art I did for the Creek’s birthday. The Creek came about because of Don’t Lose Heart, a truly monumental project. It gave me plenty of material to inspire this look. Thank you Liz for inviting me to be your friend.
I made a gift for @lizzable for their fic Don’t Lose Heart (I tried to link it but 🤷♀️😭). We were having a little celebration and I wanna share this so bad
