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[etacyygnii]

19 & 20, neighborino!

19: post a picture of gif that describes your wip

20: post an excerpt - I’m shoving it under a read more and lichreally all my current wips are halo fanfics lmao this one is the only decent one atm so

He remembered many years ago, when he and his spartans were still young, Sam had tried drawing them all. They were waiting for a signal from Mendez and Sam, in his infinite lack of patience, distracted himself from his boredom by doodling on a piece of paper he’d found in his backpack. He’d drawn Linda first.

“She’s the stillest,” he’d said.

“’Stillest’ isn’t a word,” Kelly replied, her eyes focused on where they expected the signal to come from. Sam just shrugged, messily drawing hair that resembled straw more than the delicate orange strands on Linda’s head.

“‘Stillest’ is a word,” Fred said from his place between John and Linda. He’d taken to pulling up bits of grass and sighing heavily every now and again.

“Who’re you drawing next?” John found himself asking. ‘Stillest’ was technically a word, but he found himself not much in the mood for listening to Kelly and Fred bicker about technicalities today. He watched as Sam put the pencil to his mouth and put on a theatrical face of thoughtfulness, ever the showman he was.

“I think I’ll draw... Myself!”

[subjectsix]

Predictably I am going to ask about Thanatophobia 👀👀👀👀

👀👀👀👀this fic is very much in the “lives mostly in my brain” stage but was born out of 

1) trench being a v interesting character

2) wondering what “his” fbc was like

3) wanting a fic to go hand in hand with a similar “flow of thought” fic where it’s his thoughts, but tainted with the Hiss

I think I’m going to mostly set it around the Ordinary AWE, or just after it, and follow Trench’s thoughts as he tries to shoulder the prospect of a new Prime Candidate-- one he wants no involvement in, because of a lot of reasons he won’t admit-- his thoughts are stuck in his broken family more often that he’s willing to admit, and he saw how power corrupted Northmoor, so he tries to keep everything at arms length-- to protect himself and protect others. He avoids the Board as much as he can, tries to be as involved as you can be when also picking every careful, neutral step. It shifts into even more passive leading as he gets lost in his own thoughts, but he’s justifying it, because he has good leaders around him, and things are okay, and he feels taking big risks would be worse. Having Marshall and Darling around are beyond helpful-- Trench is a very capable and wise leader, but its not the mantle he wants to carry, and he has other things on his mind he’s refusing to address that are weighing on him so deeply. Having two friends who aren’t afraid to pick up responsibility or call him on his BS is helpful. But he can’t help but feel like they’re entering a “make it or break it” stage in the FBC. 

fic wip ask game

[purplebluecrow]

I always get so excited when you like my art because you're a fantastic artist sjdjxjdk 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

NDNDKDKS SCREAM I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS TOO. THANK YOU

[ranger-26]

Hi goodness gracious I love your artwork, the amount of detail is so impressive!

Oh my, why thank you! :)I apologize to everyone for not posting a lot. I will be explaining in the next few days why I’ve been absent for about 7 months or so. I had a string of depression and then had an opportunity fall into my lap which has left me only a small amount of downtime since then. But I’m happy! :) Thank you all for continuing to support my blog! 

[gibson-girlboss]

Maize!

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.  This didn’t take place in the street but I figure it counts.  I was stocking the Dairy section at work, and pretty close to the yogurt section.  Out of the corner of my eye I see a dude walking in my direction.  Now, the thing about the layout of the section is that the yogurt is pretty visible when you’re walking to it.  He stops in front of the yogurt and looks at it for a good 5-10 seconds.  At this point i’m still stocking and not paying attention to him.  

It is at this point that he turns to me and asks “Hey man, where’s the yogurt?” I stared at him, dumbfounded as to how one could miss the wall of yogurt one walked directly at and looked at for a decent amount of time.  I simply stared, dead eyed and pointed right in front of him.  He let out an “Oh!” and I thought that was the end of that.  Then he asked where the Yo plait was... 

[autumnhobbit]

Same birthday, same hair color, and I was raised Catholic!!!!!!! 😯

dang, we’re twinning! XD

[captainignis]

33 and 45!

33. something you want to learnI’d love to learn another language, I’ve been sitting on German for awhile but I do want to make progress on it eventually

45. how you found out about your idolI don’t really have one specific person I’d call that, but usually its something innocuous where I send a message out or see them randomly

[titan-mom]

mrs-chief replied to your post: there were three slices of bread left so instead...

couldve made a bread sandwich too

my lazy sandwiches consist of bread cheese and potato chips. it's 30% a bread sandwich.