#so much editing

[dharmaavocado]

It's editing time baby!

[eldritchlani]

- !!BLOG INTRO!! -

- About me -

Name: Lani (lah-nee)

2007 peeps we will continue to ball

Triple A battery over here fr fr

- What this blog is about -

I made this blog mainly as an attempt at getting used to posting online. For now I'll likely just be posting random stuff, but I hope to get more into fandoms later on. I've been around a lot of them for so long, but never really interacted, so this is new for me lol

If I do post fandom related stuff, I’d probably be sticking to MHA since it’s what I’m most comfortable with. But I might also dip into other fandoms like Ninjago, Naruto, Sonic, and maybe COD, but MHA will likely be my main thing for a while :D

- Boundaries and stuff-

Im busy outside of this blog and I'm still new to all of this, so if I take a while to reply to your dm/ask/etc, or I don't post much please be patient

Dm's and Inbox are open and welcome, just please be decent brother

If I end up posting my art here, do not repost to other sites without credit

I block freely and happily, don't be an ass :)

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I usually stick to my personal art and writing, but I’ve been trying to get back into actively participating in fandoms, so we'll see how this goes

[jaysbaefie]

‘saw you first’ was only supposed to be 12k max…why am i nearing 20k as we speak…

[flaint]

AUGH GUYS CHAPTER 3 IS ALMOST DONE I SWEAR THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN SO DIFFICULT TO WRITE BUT WE ALMOST THERE GANG.

[hiddenbyselkie]

Joan woke up, a tousled disoriented mess. Her faux brown curls stuck in the half undone zipper of her jacket, her hoodie underneath wicking sweat as she had too many layers on - for wherever she was evidently lacked A/C. Her stomach lurched as if she'd eaten a pound of bad shrimp the night before and a sunbeam fell like a needle through her eyelids.

Her inner Buffy was nagging. 'Get up! Assess your surroundings! Remember anything from last night, God!'

She'd... she'd made it back to 1999, she giggled, hoisting herself onto her side. Almost missing a ratty blanket that fell from around her midsection. Patting herself down, she noticed that someone had unmistakably gone through her pockets. All that was missing though, were her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. She growled, and though wincing searched the dingy... motel? room she was in.

It smelled like... well she always smelled of leather and whiskey and smoke these days. But the blanket she pushed from herself as she crouched smelled like more.

"Listen, I'll help ya and keep you secret for now. That's me, saving the damsel in distress. But I'm no sodding white hat - I'll have you know. So you" Spike had pointed at her. "And me, are gonna have a little chat about setting my head right."

Then she'd... said something girlish like his head always feeling right and had asked him to spar, before passing out the second she stood up. Buffy put a hand to her forehead and laughed. A desperate, manic laugh. "Bloody hell, the bint's gone barmy." Huffed a voice from the other side of the door.

Joan couldn't stop smiling as she opened the door before the second knock, though tears streamed down her face making her look like a deranged raccoon.

"Always crazy, Spike. Thought that was your type?" Joan stated candidly, pulling the door farther open so that her guest could skirt the room around the sunbeam. Joan shut her eyes tight and tried to focus. "Time sickness. Been sick for a long time. Not myself - not this year's self - not next year's- please tell me you brought something to drink?"

Spike crossed his arms, not hiding the bottle in his hand well as he tried to ascertain her sanity. She didn't like that look.

Joan pouted. Something that was less creased and a lot more cute when Buffy'd... well when Buffy would pout. "Don't you of all people judge me!" She pointed a finger in his direction, staggering a little. "I don't need a soulless de-fanged Vampire being judgy mc-judge. I should know! I took down-" No, Buffy had taken down The Judge. "a list of people who can judge me, and you're not on it!" What she needed was her Champion. He'd be top of that list.

Spike continued to look at her like he was stuck with a nutter. Before deciding, with an eyebrow raised, to hand over the bottle.

Joan took it with a look so dirty it felt like she blamed him for all the woes in the world, and so wounded it felt like she was trying to say 'sorry' for all of it. After a minute of drinking, the woman seemed to calm and took in a deep breath, her eyes starting to focus.

"Thank you." She grumbled out, a bit more subdued as she handed the bottle back over. Then without preamble, she turned to the unused bed and took off her jacket and hoodie, sucking at her teeth as her hair was shorn by the zipper. "So. I can certainly help you get the chip out faster than you otherwise would, but there are other things I need first. I can't completely meddle with the timeline...." she trailed off as she replaced the jacket and wadded up the hoodie.

"Should I be worried that you're more lucid drunk than sober, luv?" Spike asked wearily, not disliking watching the brunette adjust her wardrobe.

Layers fixed, Joan turned back to look at him. Properly seeing him for the first time that day. She could see his jaw and cheek bones better in this lighting, his slender body, the promise of lean muscles beneath his sleeves. "It won't stand in the way of my mission. And it won't matter when I succeed."

She took two measured steps closer to him in the dark room, as his eyes trailed her.

"And why's that?"

"Because when I succeed, 'I' won't exist anymore."

She would stay with him there in his world down below

[pearlypairings]

Me, editing: I can do this—the hard part is over after writing a first draft:)

Several hours and multiple breaks later....

Me, eyes blurry and pen out of ink: maybe editing IS the hard part.

[desertflower303]

Suffering the agony of trying to write the last chapter of a WIP 20 years in the making… *screams internally*

[forfuckssakejim]

I think this was the most difficult edit I have ever made so I hope y’all appreciate it