As of today, I've decided this blog will no longer be tended to. It was fun while it lasted though. It got me through a really dark time in my life and I met some lovely ppl along the way. But now, it's time to pack up and move, and hope for a different side of Tumblr that I've yet to explore.
Instead of complete deletion, I decided to simply archive this blog. Idk. Deleting doesn't feel completely right. It feels like whatever random shit I got on here is meant to exist for someone out there for whatever vast reasons there could be.
Yeah. I think this blog has reached the end of it's cycle. I need to remove myself from the fandom spaces as much as possible. I don't think I could completely (bc then how will I get to see Gale and his beautiful face artfully depicted by the many talented ppl on here?) but the rest of it I'm just kinda done with.
I made a new blog though. Not sure if there's gonna be any particular theme or whatever, but it'll probably just be the musings of a weird, middle aged woman. Ya get whatcha get I guess lol.
So, if anyone wants to keep in touch, DM me and I'll give you the new name. 💖
Yeah. I think this blog has reached the end of it's cycle. I need to remove myself from the fandom spaces as much as possible. I don't think I could completely (bc then how will I get to see Gale and his beautiful face artfully depicted by the many talented ppl on here?) but the rest of it I'm just kinda done with.
I made a new blog though. Not sure if there's gonna be any particular theme or whatever, but it'll probably just be the musings of a weird, middle aged woman. Ya get whatcha get I guess lol.
So, if anyone wants to keep in touch, DM me and I'll give you the new name. 💖
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What are you currently working on?
Share something from a WIP.
What's planned next?
What are you currently working on?
Honestly, just kind of doodling my way through my Warframe obsession. I have a bunch of art WIP's of the Hex crew that im tinkering with and figuring out where to take. And of course, trying to keep up with ArtWorkout (lmao cant keep up with my own damn challenge).
Picked back up Cyberpunk and started picking my way through the scraps of my longfic I've started over and over through the years.
Also still trying to work on the last chapter of my Solomorne fic if I can figure out how tf to handle it. (Im not one for action so trying to figure out the last scenes of his romance line are kind of killing me)
Lastly, still working on getting some character sheets and stuff ready for Art Fight this year! <3
Share something from a WIP?
(a lil something from the aforementioned Cyberpunk fic)
“I think I got drugged wi-” V stopped to suck in a deep breath as a fresh wave of nausea rolled through her, swallowing her words with a flood of saliva.
“V, you really are the thickest fuckin’ merc in the city, you know that?” Johnny said. He almost sounded defeated.
She forced her body to stand and stumbled over to the table in front of her, grabbing the first bottle of liquid she could find and taking a long drink. The stale water flooded her system; washing away some of the haze that hung on her insides like old smoke.
Deep dive. Black Lace. Blue Glass. A bevy of huffers and glistening bottles flashed in front of her eyes. Maybe Johnny was right on one thing – she could be a stupid fucking gonk when she wanted to.
“Well, at least you have the sense to look a little fucking ashamed.” He leaned onto the post next to her. V glared up at him, unable to tell if he was amused or disgusted. Knowing him it was a little of both.
“Get. Fucked.” She was still unable to conjure much vigor behind the sentiment as she wanted but he seemed to get the message and finally fizzled away, leaving her in relative peace. For a brief moment, confronted with the ceaseless clatter of the rain, the tiny hammers against the metal echoing the pounding in her own head... she almost found herself missing the distraction of him.
She downed another large gulp of stale water, hoping to wash that thought as far down into her guts as possible before it could even start to grab hold. Still blinking away the haze of her hangover, she glanced down, trying to asses herself for any injuries. No outside ones showed themselves at least.
What's planned next?
Personally, I want to read more as its really been getting the creative writing juices going again! And again, finish my RT Solomorne fic!
I still also want to do all the pinups from my fav character poll I did a bit ago!!
Aside from that I'm pretty terrible at planning ahead so we shall see what strikes my fancy!
Dealing with ADHD feels like a total dystopian nightmare.
You’ve got an older, wealthier, politically influential generation still acting like it’s not even real, while at the same time everything around us is designed to destroy our attention span.
Everything feels engineered to keep us distracted and push us into impulsive decision-making. Into impulsive spending.
So we end up stuck in a system that screws with our ability to focus, then turns around and profits off it. Is it any wonder it's so fucking hard to get a diagnosis and the correct medication.
Even my own parents still believe ADHD is just "an excuse for people to be lazy."
My sweet summer children, if I were lazy, I wouldn't have done half the shit I ended up having to do to fucking survive without y'all's help. And yet, here I sit, rawdoggin life with my ADHD.
ADHD isn't funny or cute. It's often debilitating, but if I don't make light of it, I'll just be depressed ASF all the time.
AI detectors aren't reliable, please don't use them + a snippet of bloodweave
It really sucks when people use AI for creative pursuits. I heartily disapprove, because creative endeavors are nothing if not powered by human emotion and because of the ABSOLUTELY BONKERS environmental ramifications, don't get me started.
But lest ye were feeling empowered to use AI detectors--which, I hasten to inform you, are also run by AI--please consider:
2 paragraphs of my upcoming fic written totally by me with no use of AI:
Gale tries to forget the encounter altogether, lose himself in his books, but he's always been too curious for his own good. He finds himself thinking of the man's face as he examines dinoflagellates through a microscope and scribbles base pairs onto a napkin. He has a flash of the pale thing he'd clutched in his hand while he listens to a colleague tell a story over drinks. The days stretch into weeks, and Gale stays away. But then, when the moon rises full one night, he finds his feet taking him back toward that same sandy stretch of beach.
"I find myself rather at a disadvantage without the benefit of your name, sir, but no," Gale said, clearing his throat. He noticed that the other man still remembered his. Surprising, really. "I came for the 'bugs,' as you so charmingly call them, alright. To see just how limited their effect is in direct moonlight." Half true. "Although I did bring something for if I saw you again..." he rummaged in the bag he wore slung over his shoulder.
2 paragraphs of deepseek AI:
NOT RELIABLE! I do not recommend using these tools. I absolutely won't be artificially changing my writing style to "less resemble" AI, especially given the fact that the style of AI was developed by scraping fanfic and other writing...get bent.
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
