#ajitated

[bibliophilea]

Art Fight Attacka! This is Clove, @ajitated's adorable lil guy! He's a little fairy hedgehog, and he loves warmth and snuggles!

Created entirely in MS Paint, with a mouse! MS Paint Bezier Curves My Beloved!

[themockingcrows]

@ajitated also has a cute OC, though I had to consult a far more fashionable friend on color schemes to make the clothes idea for Fen here work lmao. They were fun to draw!

[oceankat8]

Palette draw: OtGW Beatrice false

Nice palette choice <3

[strawberrycamel]

--and I am legally obligated to ask you about this one: "Dark ages accidentally married" 👀👀👀

yesss

this is the wip for the next chapters of 'a king falls (for love)'

here's a snippet:

Clockwork fumed. “Each day I have existed in these Realms I consult the past, the future, alternate presents.” They curled their hands into fists. “Each and every day I do this as it is my very nature to be aware of what has happened, what might happen, and what could happen. To ask me to ignore my mirrors at a crucial daily checkpoint is the same as driving a blade through my very core!”

Pariah rolled his eyes. “There is no need for the dramatics. Simply leave your mirrors and come assist me in going through these books.” He picked up one book from the pile and waved it at him. “If you have trouble with reading, this one has large paintings.” The book was immediately knocked out of his hand by Clockwork’s staff.

“Use your core and think for a single moment,” they hissed. “I perform my duties daily. I use them to view different points in time and correct not only paradoxes, but time anomalies. Think, truly think for a moment what might happen should I neglect my duties for even one. Single. Day.”

i dont have the next part written but i have a note saying 'pariah thinks clockwork's a whiny b*tch'

[oceankat8]

Dark Link in adventerous

lmao okay, not so dark in this pallette?

[strawberrycamel]

here to poke you about WIPs and you're getting two (2) of these now bc im 👀 "haunted something or other" ??

omg yess

okay so there's actually a story behind this wip

i woke up at 3am to watch two movies before i had to transport myself to school for class and i was tired as fuck, like nodding off every other minute barely able to pay attention to the movies kinda tired

the way my desk is set up in the basement is in the corner, a straight shot from the staircase. the only lights on are the lights for the basement. so anything above a certain point on the staircase is like, pitch black.

i have... a bit of a fear of the dark

so my incredibly tired and freaked out mind, to cope, decided 'hey wasnt there a prompt or two about haunted houses for phight???'

and then this happened

Eyes all around them, but he can't see a thing. if he hadn't paid for the damn tickets to this place, he would've mistaken it for a real haunted house, filled with vengeful spirits trying to keep him and his friends out of their haunt/territory.

Only a brief flicker of a red light through the thick smoke indicating the whereabouts of the smoke machine tucked in the corner by the entrance gave any giveaway that this wasn't real.

They continued down the hall, some of the others who joined their group were clinging to each other in fright already and for a moment, Danny was worried that two of them, the ones clinging to the arms of the tallest girl, might faint partway through. They'd hardly entered the house and yet it was starting to give even Danny the heebie jeebies. He was impressed.

After a bit of prompting from the tallest, the group ahead of them started walking and Danny followed. Tucker and Sam weren't far behind, unusually silent. Danny chanced a glance back at them and noticed that Sam and Tucker were both scared out of their minds too. Sam was standing completely still, her face much paler than when they entered, hand clenched tightly in Tucker's and right arm shaking from the force of Tucker's full body shivers and clattering teeth.

"C'mon guys, it's not that bad." He grabbed Tucker's other hand and pulled them along. He aimed to sound teasing, but the low mumbling coupled with his vigilant gaze watching their surroundings betrayed his words.

They continued down the hall, turning the corner and found the earlier group frozen in place. Even the tallest girl, who previously looked about as scared at Danny at first, looked much much paler than the others.

He looked past them, further down the hall. There was a set of stairs leading up into a completely dark upper room. Weird. He should be able to see into that room. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbed them harshly with his free hand, then discreetly let his eyes glow to check they still could. Okay, so his eyes were working fine. Huh, must be a black sheet or wall instead of an entrance to an actual room then.

He noticed a slight shift in the dark, a fabric lifting up to expose a real room with a few bits of equipment visible in the background. There was a person in an all black getup with an extra pair of arms and legs connected via taught thin wires crouched at the top.

The person took a brief breath and Danny heard them mumble something like "you got this, lily" before slowly crawling out onto the first couple steps, head first. The others made small little gasps and hitches in breath. One of the people in the other group actually squeaked and the person in all black, previously keeping their head focused on the stairs, snapped their head up, staring directly at them through their full face mask.

Slowly, they tilted their head to the right, so much so that their head quietly thunked against the wooden steps.

He felt Tucker squeeze his hand in a crushing grip. Danny readjusted their grip to interlace their fingers and squeezed back reassuringly.

He leaned back to whisper, "Chill, it's just someone in a suit-"

Then, the person moved.

Their head suddenly snapped up straight. Without even looking where they were going, the person moved swiftly towards them, all their arms and legs, real and fake, scuttled down the steps, touching each on the way down without making a single sound. Their head stayed in the same position, focused on the group and hardly moving despite their quick descent.

And despite Danny knowing it was just a regular person under there, he couldn't help but tense as if ready for a fight.

The group ahead of them all screamed and scrambled back into them just as Tucker yanked him and Sam closer toward himself.

They must have... really practiced that. Good for them.

Danny probably could've made it better though. Like, with walls that seemed to push in on them as they moved or sudden appearances and disappearances of walls and creatures.

That would've been cool.

(i know the game said snippet, but im probably not coming back to this wip for a while)

[strawberrycamel]

for the writer ask game!! #4 and 10!

:D

4. Which comment has had the most impact on your writing?

ah fuck this is gonna b hard uhhhh

okay i think im gonna go with this one

because this was the first big comment i got on the first phic i posted for the phandom when i was still really really insecure about posting my writing and thinking it wasn't super great and sdjgahdfg idk reading this was just a really nice confidence boost that started the ball rolling into all the fics i have written up to today <3

10. Why do you continue writing fics?

its a mix of random bursts of inspiration leading me to make new wips or one-shots that i really like and end up finishing just to have it for myself to reread later AND wanting validation from kudos and comments <3

also phandom events; they're always a blast and get me hyped to keep writing!