a little boy, age 4, asks his parents if he can be a dragon when he grows up. his parents say no that's impossible
the little boy, age 10, discovers tf comics
the boy, age 17, realizes she's trans (but she still wants to be a dragon)
the girl, age 19, goes into college to learn genetics and biology
the woman, age 27, starts work on her plan to become a dragon
the woman, age 35, finally makes a breakthrough
age 41, she steps into the artificial womb she spent decades developing
some time later, the dragoness awakens in the body she always wanted
age 42, the dragoness is doing interviews on her studies, but gets attacked by people calling her a demon. it takes everything in her power not to burn them to ash
age 43, she experiences her first heat, finding that no matter what she shoves in her slit, she can't make the thoughts of eggs, nests, and mates go away
age 45, she further perfects her process, and transforms her partner into a dragon capable of inseminating her
age 46, she lays for the first time, and upon seeing her clutch she experiences so much euphoria that she bursts into tears
a few months later, her eggs hatch, and she sees her beautiful hatchlings for the first time, the first ever beings who will live their whole lives as dragons. she cries all over again
age 55, her young play as she watches, another clutch growing in her belly
age 64, her mates breed her in turn, and she continues to lay
age 117, she doubled in size since her rebirth. her great grandwyrms hatch as she watches, and they look up at their matriarch in wonder
age 445, the dragon goddess doesn't lay as much anymore, as her young number in the thousands, though she still loves each and every one of them. she's reached nearly 300ft from snout to tail. it's considered a tremendous honor to breed the queen, and all the races of the earth come to worship her. hardly anyone can believe she were once human
I have Opinions about Clockwork (DPhantom); if you don’t want to know them, there’s a Read More, lol.
I have Opinions about Clockwork both as an individual, and as part of a duo (Rich History i.e. Vlad/CW is my biggest brainworm always).
My favorite completely self-indulgent headcanon is that CW isn’t like a normal ghost for two reasons, which are also related: 1) Because he is Old As BALLS, and 2) He is OABalls because he is not the ghost of a human; he is the ghost of a Faerie. A very old, very powerful group of Fae, referred to in my favorite urban fantasy books (October Daye series, by Seanan Mcguire, BIG recommend) as the Firstborn. They’re the sons and daughters of the three rulers of Faerie: Oberon, and his queens Titania and Maeve. Each of the Firstborn have unique abilities which in some way serve Faerie, and CW (or as he was born, “Aion”) has his ability to see and manipulate the Time Stream. This makes him one of a very small and very rare subset of Fae who fall under the category of Seers, all—or nearly (*spoilers for the October Daye series)—descendants from Queen Maeve’s line.
CW is also unique in that, unlike a normal ghost, he didn’t *exactly* die. As a younger man, he travelled to the Fae realm known then as Emeralkeen—later to become the Ghost Zone!—in response to a vision, which told him that realm was where he needed to be to focus and mature his power. Emeralkeen felt like it was created for him, from the moment he set foot there; his abilities had never been so amplified anywhere else in the realms.
In time, a series of events (featuring, in part, two subsequent tyrants in the position of Ghost King) culminated in the poisoning and breaking down of the land. Emeralkeen was dying, and with his by-then deeply rooted connection to its magic, so was Aion. As the land sickened, he weakened physically, even as his power over the Time Stream grew. Eventually, the sickness “killed” him, but the power he already possessed wouldn’t let him die completely. He revived as the ghostly being whom many called “Clockwork,” becoming a sort of “halfa” in his own right which would precede Vlad Masters and Danny Fenton by several hundred years.
I have LOTS of fun headcanons wrapped up in this backstory (including CW’s varied relationships with his siblings, the other Firstborn, as well as their descendants), but I wanted to get down the basics for my own purposes, and anyone who might be interested.
As to my OTP: I have a shit-ton of Vlad headcanons too, but they mostly involve his personality and behaviors, and how he Got Like That. In regards to CW, I picture most universes/timelines would have them start off in, at minimum, a somewhat antagonistic place, and the crux of their dislike and mistrust for each other would usually be Danny. CW wants Danny to succeed, and in some universes/timelines actually cares deeply for the boy, so Vlad’s attempted harm and manipulation would piss him off. Vlad meanwhile covets the power CW wields to traverse and alter Time, and also resents his interference where Danny is concerned. He also just plain HATES that someone out there is more powerful and knows more than he does. How this relationship would evolve would vary wildly based on which multiverse headcanon is being referenced, but I have some in WIP form at the moment which I may share soon. ;)
The common element, I think, that would end up drawing them together (beyond their mutual link through Danny) would be Loneliness. Vlad craves love more than anything in the world, and Clockwork has been alone for centuries. Both have suffered trauma and drastic changes in their lives, and both have some difficulty relating to others on an emotional and intellectual level. The CW in my brain loves horology (clockmaking) and tinkering, and Vlad is an inventor; they can match each other’s brain power and creativity. I also headcanon CW as having a sometimes-dry sense of humor and a mischievous streak, which would make a nice companion to Vlad’s sarcasm and sass.
*NSFW INCOMING*
Who Tops? I know a lot of people hc Clockwork as a top, and I get it, he’s ancient, he’s powerful, he’s “all knowing,” and also Vlad is a Turbo Virgin and a brat. That being said, I hc CW as not just a bottom, but a slutty, *subby*, bottom, needy and hypersexual and flirty to the max. Why? Well first of all because I just like it, lol. But also, consider: “I am literally micromanaging ALL OF TIME, constantly making sure this universe we inhabit stays unfucked and functioning properly, why the *hell* would I also want to make all the decisions in bed??”
In addition, this man has to maintain HELLA emotional regulation to stay objective while doing his job, and that kind of iron grip on one’s feelings can’t be good for anyone to have to do 24/7; he’d crave somewhere he can lose that control and emote freely. He would need somewhere safe to channel his emotional responses into, and Sex could be that place. Also, the CW in my brain is a bit bratty in his own right, when he’s not being all mysterious and wise, so Vlad will have his nonexistent patience fucking *tested* on the regular. Masters is going to snap and turn that faerie bastard over his knee, and they will both enjoy it. Lots.
As for Vlad being a Turbo Virgin, my hc is this: there is No Way he is going to let the opportunity to have the Master of Fucking Time melting in his hands get away; he will *research* gay sex, he will deep dive that shit, he will stalk online LGBT and BDSM forums and prod people for info under carefully crafted pseudonyms, he will get a P.H.D. in fucking if he has to, as long as it gives him *power* over someone like Clockwork, and all that might entail if he plays his cards right! He’s a scientist for chrissakes, he will learn, he will overcome 70’s Era internalized homophobia, he will even push down his obsession with Maddie Fenton in pursuit of such a promising treasure. The issue will come, of course, when somewhere along the line he trips onto the realization that the attraction is *mutual.* (I also heartily believe that Vlad is some flavor of demisexual, and it won’t be long before he realizes that not only does he want Clockwork, he also wants Clockwork to *love him*.) The idiot went and Caught Feelings somewhere between the scheming and attempts at manipulation, and now he had a brand *new* obsession. Oops! :D
Clockwork meanwhile finds that Vlad is A) Oof, Very Much His Type, and B) Somehow *not* the biggest asshole he’s ever slept with (that honor belongs to his ex, the Ghost King and the fucker who gave him his nasty face scar). This is tragic, because Vlad is also a dastardly, lying, scheming bastard with a huge ego and a ton of emotional baggage. None of which are actually as daunting as the fact that, being simultaneously alive and dead, Vlad (like Danny) is an Anomaly, as in: a factor in the river of Time that CW cannot reliably “See” or predict (might go into that hc more later). That makes Vlad dangerous, and makes CW wary. Alas, he is also Very Hot and Clockwork is Very Horny and Alone. I figure CW actually being quite emotional beneath his inscrutable exterior makes a lot of sense, if you subscribe to the ideas presented in the Danny Phantom comic, “A Glitch In Time,” i.e., “ghosts get their power from emotions.” CW is a very powerful ghost, ergo, powerful emotions!
All of which culminates in some very intense sexual encounters, once Vlad works up the nerve to make a move (or CW decides it’s worth the risk). They are like rabbits to me: they will fuck angry, they will fuck affectionate, they will fuck over an argument, over slinging stupid jokes at each other, over Vlad being smug about something, over Clockwork being fond about something, day, night, ghostly realm, human realm, in a bed, on a couch, over the kitchen table, on top of Vlad’s stupid expensive car, they are going *at it.* And sure, Vlad’s probs in his fifties or something, but he has Ghost Powers, he’s running on an internal battery that makes a nuke look cute, and CW was terrifying before he even died. Neither of these men have a refractory period to speak of. We’re talking multiple orgasms, 9 encounters out of 10.
(Also the first time Clockwork sinks *deep* and sobs Vlad’s name like he’s gonna die all over again, all tears and trembling lips and “please pleasePLEASE” Vlad is going to experience a power trip the likes of a bomb going off. He will never recover, and neither will his dick.)
Recap #2: Two months in fandom feels like forever?!
Ao3/Fanfiction
So I finally tagged my fics properly... After reading this educational post here. I understand why tags are important and honestly I was just too embarrassed in the beginning but I overcame it.
I got my first gift, squeals, read more about that under Umino hours discord server~
I’ve posted only a few drabbles (which are not limited to 100 words in my world but maybe less than 500 words? dunno). Unfortunately, I’m currently in a writer’s block deluxe so I have taken my refuge in drawing instead, hoping that one day the block will have dissolved on its own and I can get back to writing too. Also I am starting to come to terms with that long fic is probably not my thing, regardless of how much I want to, and I should stick to oneshots... *sobs*
Tumblr/Fanart
This month I have been more active on Tumblr, figuring out n00b stuff such as Asks - I got my first and second ask too! Thank you ~~~ @hades-bitch and @kaoruhana08
I even tried my hand at adding and formatting my pages with some basic html (I would love to be able to create my own theme some day). As you can see I love lists. Almost all the pages I’ve added are lists.
The discovery of this month has been @ao3commentoftheday I am in love. It is a gold mine and it has already transformed the way I think and interact with fanworks, my own and other’s. I cannot recommend this blog enough. Also it has this fun event-ish thing for weekdays that I followed for a week and will continue to do sporadically: Motivaiton Monday, Trivia Thursday, Work in Progress Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday, Fic Back Friday, Spotlight Saturday and Six Sentence Sunday.
I also started drawing chibis. I even made 27 (!?!?!?) emojis/sticker, mainly Iruka sensei but some Kakashi in there too of course. I really really really want to draw like I write, meaning SMUTTY, so I have started to try at least.
I am adopting my motto from @sweetysamaa which is when something seems like it is impossible to draw, that’s what I should draw! and also this ao3 post here on treating yourself as well as one about allowing yourself to take joy in creating and not be hung up on quality but I can’t find it...
I am also baffled by all the new followers, THANK YOU 🧡
Just some sample of past creations~~~
Events
I finally got to working on my Kakashi Summer Bingo board and managed to finish one line before the deadline~~~ I am also working on my KakaIru Maze Challenge, but my writer’s block is affecting that one negatively. I am loving the theme and my prompts, I just have to get over this darn blockage!
Umino hours discord server
So, around Tumblr and on KakaIru.rocks I saw references to the Umino Hours not understanding what it was until I came across one of the invite posts. Of course it had already expired even though I saw it in real time... But then I saw that they would let new members in at a certain time. I marked my calendar and got up at 5:45 in the morning, glued to Tumblr, refreshing now and then - ready to click when the post came up. I felt like I was cueing for concert tickets!
Now a month later, I am in awe, the people who run it, the people who take part in it - it is truly amazing. I had a bit of a hard time getting used to the format (new to discord) and some days my brain can’t handle the multiple threads and referencing - but most days it can (Also I found that discord has a lot of settings you can make to have it work better with your brain!!!!! Love accessibility).
I took part in my first server event Umino Hours Discord Server 90 Minutes To Gift Exchange you can find all the awesome fics here~ I received this wonderful gift from couturecosplay. I’ll be posting the art I did for it and also any other fanart (that isn’t a WIP) I have posted in the server after this I think.
<3 Kakairu <3 discord server
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the awesome @goatbutter-writes creates a KakaIru discord server. Squeals again. You can find the invite here. Please come and hang out, talk about our headcanons be they sfw or nsfw, share fic recs and fanart and aaaall the good stuff~~~
My closing note will probably sound really sappy but I feel like the people in the fandom have filled a hole in my heart I didn’t realize I had, how very Naruto-esque. I didn’t understand how lonely I was until I was welcomed into it. Not only has Covid been a contributing factor but I also moved between countries a year before Covid hit. I have been apart from family and friends and not really ben able to form new friendships. It hit double hard in a way.
But, I have my online found family now~~~ Lots of love to you all!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Kyan Reki
Additional Tags: Trauma, Blood and Violence, Hurt Kyan Reki, Whump, This Is Just Whump., content warning for adam but the only time i explicitly mention his name is in the summary lol, Missing Scene, Sorta., Character Study, through pain
Summary:
The memory of Adam’s tight grip clings onto his skin, worse than an indelible stain.
The afterimage of his smile, all teeth, superposes onto his old teammate's face, haunting Reki worse than a ghost.
The fingers wrapped around his hand are too much of a reminder.
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That one fight Reki has with his old team, but a bit different.
a...work in progress for gladio and isla, that is probably gonna get smutty at some point. or as smutty as my shit gets. like, when my brain starts to work again. i’m super tired rn. enjoy this non proof read wip.
established friendship, like... just before the events of ffxv/kingsglaive and where gladio and isla have been friends for about a year.
taglets: @ffxvhoe @mp938368 [again i hope that’s okay]
It was never Isla’s intention for Gladio to stay the night.
She had a rule after all, no guys in her place, just in case she needed a safe space if things went bad. Though, that rule was really only made to apply to men she was in a relationship with. She wasn’t in a relationship with Gladio. They were friends. If she was totally frank, he was probably her closest male friend, ever. So, him staying over when it got past midnight and with the rain utterly torrential was nothing. Just a friendly gesture.
It didn’t matter that they’d shared her bed. Or that she was attracted to him. Had been attracted to him since the first time he walked into her bar. It didn’t matter that her attraction to him had only grown over time, and she was utterly frustrated with how oblivious he was to it. There were only so many signs a woman could throw out there, without writing the obvious down. Or simply throwing herself at a man.
Which she had been tempted to do.
On more than one occasion.
Still, there he was. Taking up three quarters of her bed with his height and size, all but crushing her against the wall. So-much-so she couldn’t even reach across to check the time on her phone because it would mean disturbing him.
She supposed there were worse places to be. Worse people to be sharing a bed with and waking up beside. And, she would be lying if she said she hadn’t daydreamed about it.
He snored like a beast. More that once Isla was sure she felt the bed frame shake, but it was more hilarious that annoying. At last she had found something about him that was a flaw. Something she could tease him endlessly about. Though, she doubted something as stupid as snoring would bother him in the least. He was hot, too. Not just visually, but his body temperature was through the roof. Isla didn’t even need a blanket with him sleeping beside her. He was a human heater.
Lying on her side, she leaned up, shifting to be able to lie on her front and up on her forearms. Her movement didn’t seem to disturb him and it gave her a moment to observe him from a different, higher angle.
Gladio knew how beautiful he was. And he was beautiful, but Isla had never really had the chance to examine him up close before. Not without him talking and ruining the moment. Now, she could. And she saw a softer side of him that she rarely saw. Occasionally, it appeared. The small, gentle smile there, a warm, affectionate gaze there, but those were few and far between. Now, as he slept, the softness was all across his face, in his cheeks, and the relaxed parting of his full lips. In the way his eyes were closed and his eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones. There were no lines marring his forehead. There was no frown in his expression, no harshness.
It betrayed his youth. He was the next Shield of the King, and that came with an abundance of responsibilities already. Too many for someone not even twenty-five, but Gladio shouldered them all and rarely complained. Here and now, he looked like any other young man, sleeping soundly and dreaming… Isla hoped he was dreaming something pleasant.
She examined the pattern of his tattoo. The way the feathers were so intricately layered and detailed over his arms and his shoulders before they disappeared onto his back. Each feather was individually inked, no single one the same as any other. The bird’s face on his chest moved with his breaths, making it seem as though the beak was opening and closing ever-so-subtly. Isla watched it for a while, watched him and listened, revelling in this sanctuary and the peace it provided. Peace that would soo be disturbed as they would each have to begin the day,
Gladio, especially, needed to make a move. He was meant to be accompanying the Prince on a trip to Altissia for his wedding and there was no way he could be late for that.
Isla knew she would have to wake him herself and reluctantly set about the task. She plucked one of her small braids between her thumb and forefinger, gripping with the tuft of hair poking out from the hair tie. She tickled the end of Gladio’s nose, smirking as he grunted ad wafted a hand over his face in a vague attempt to get rid of the annoyance.
“C’mon, Wonder Boy,” Isla murmured, brushing her hair over his top lip, “time to wake up. You can’t leave the Prince waiting…”
“Mmph,” Gladio waved his hand again, grunting and his voice rumbling an incoherant excuse that was simply a moan. He opened one eye a little, closed it, and rolled over, facing Isla. Without opening his eyes again, he took hold of her hand – the one gripping her small braid – and led it back to drape over his shoulder and behind him. Isla toppled onto her side, giggling and allowing Gladio to move her. She began to twist her fingers around his hair, and he left his top arm lying lazily over her hip, the tips of his fingers drawing abstract shapes.
“Not a morning person?” Isla asked.
Another grunted response. Gladio moved closer, and instinctively Isla shifted her legs to accomdate his closeness, sliding her top leg between his and inching towards him. They were nose-to-nose. Isla could feel the breaths he expelled against her mouth. She didn’t think they’d ever been as close as this before.
“Gladio,” Isla pushed again, “you have to get up.”
“Tryin’ t’get rid of me?” grumbled Gladio, eyes half-opening. He looked at her blearily from beneath heavily hooded eyelids. His gaze took several seconds to focus, and when it did, his expression softened from mild annoyance from being awoken, and discomfort from the sunlight, to warmth and genuine affection. Isla’s stomach twisted uncomfortably tight in her gut, and she was sure if she was standing her legs would have given way. “G’mornin’…” Gladio smiled, tilting his head back a little to press a peck to the end of her nose. He spread his hand across her back, guiding her closer to him so they were all but chest-to-chest – the only obstacle between them being Isla’s arm, curled up against her body and the mattress.
“Hey,” Isla smiled. She tried not to let the kiss on her nose break her focus. Nor the sweetness in his expression. The way he stroked her back was not in the least bit distracting. Neither was the smell of him now on her pillow, in her sheets, and so close she could taste it on her tongue.
“Hey…” mumbled Gladio, wearing a sleepy smile. Isla hated how he could be as adorable as he was, sometimes. Especially when she needed to be kicking him out of bed and starting the day. They both needed to start the day. Exhaling deeply, Gladio closed his eyes and relaxed back into the tempting lull of sleep. He brushed his fingers along Isla’s spine and up towards the nape of her neck, tickling the bare flesh he found with a delicate touch she found surprising for a man with hands as large as his. Isla didn’t say anything in response, selfishly wanting to spend the time with her bedfellow. To be as close as possible before he left for… however long he was leaving. After all, even he didn’t know. They could text, and call – but it wouldn’t be the same.
After a few minutes of soft touches and silence broken only by their breathing, the birds outside, and the occasional car chuntering by, Gladio spoke again, “this is nice.” His eyes still closed, Isla looked at him quizzically, “I could get used to this.”
“Sleeping in?” asked Isla.
“Waking up. With you.” Gladio’s eyes slipped open and his warm copper eyes met hers, “I could get used to waking up with you.”
Dozens of words and phrases jammed themselves onto Isla’s tongue and into her head, battling to be said. Several reactions of what she should do or how she should behave in response to a comment so touching and intimate flooded her senses, yet none of them took. Isla was stone. Stunned and her voice was gone. Not that it mattered as Gladio grew closer, centimetre by centimetre, tilting his head as much as the pillows would allow, brushing the end of her nose with his as if questioning if she was alright, if his closeness was allowed, and if she was giving permission for him to kiss her; because that was what he was about to do. He was about to kiss her, and he was going to let him. She was going to let him, and kiss him back and possibly not allow him to leave her bed if he did. She was going to—
Her thoughts stopped, broken by the loud, obnoxious tone of a phone alarm. Blinking in confusion, Isla saw the source of the noise was Gladio’s phone on her bedside table. Without a word, Gladio rolled over to grab it, tapped a button, and threw his phone unceremoniously across her apartment in vague direction. The chiming stopped. Gladio rolled back into his previous position, facing her, and before Isla could question him for the time, his mouth was on hers.
Isla’s mind went blank.
Every thought, every word, every question and feeling fleeing and being replaced by one, all consuming thing: Gladio. He cupped her jaw, thumb resting in the hollow under her chin, while his fingers gentle nestled into her hair. His lips, rough on hers, moved in tandem, meeting ever subtle change of her mouth, every little addition of pressure. Warmth simmering in Isla’s chest and belly erupted into a bubbling, nervous heat and she suddenly didn’t care that he needed to go to the Citadel to meet with the Prince and begin the trip to Altissia. She didn’t care that she was being selfish, and keeping him from his sacred duty. She didn’t care that this was coming out of no where, and probably the worst idea in the history of bad ideas.
All that mattered was that he was there. He was with her, real, and present, and kissing her.
tbc at some point because fuckin’ tiiiiirrrrredddddd (couples waking up together is my weakness)
So a month has gone by since I became active in the community and I thought I’d recap for myself what’s happened. I feel like you’re supposed to do this maybe after a year and not a month but I’m too much on a high right now to not~~~ Also I really wanted to give a shoutout to everyone who’s made me feel so welcome!!!
Ao3
I remember how nerve wrecking it was posting my first fic on the fateful day of June 2nd~~~ I still can’t believe that so many left kudos, comments, bookmarked and not only subscribed to the WIPs but to me as a user. Holy moley, that blew me away 🤩 I try to not hate on my own writing, but it’s hard when I constantly find stuff wrong with it and when I can’t put into words what I see so clearly in my mind 😅
Tumblr
So I noticed ya’ll linking your tumblr accounts on your Ao3 profiles and I was like, I have to take a peek at that- drowns. You all post the best stuff. Here I am many hours later. People even follow me!? I got tagged in stuff!? It’s so much fun and creative~~~
Cue shoutouts to @kaoruhana08 @hades-bitch @darkangelrising and @vulcan-highblood for making me feel so welcome in the fandom! Thank you!!
Pixiv
I started this account to be able to bookmark, like and interact with my favorite, mainly, Japanese speaking creators. My absolute favorite doujinka 文月/Fumizuki even replies to comments~~~ squeals
I ended up taking the plunge and posting a picture of my own as well, but I’m finding myself focusing more on the writing than drawing. I imagine I will cycle between the two. Also whenever I use a reference the little personal style I have becomes unrecognizable.
Events
I’m so happy I found my way to Tumblr because this is where I learned about events. I had seen them referenced over at Ao3 but wasn’t really sure what it entailed. I ended up signing up for the KakaIru Maze Challenge 2021 and the Kakashi Summer Bingo 2021. The KakaIru Maze being my first ever event 🥳 I’m still in the planning stage~ For the Maze I will be writing fics and for the Bingo I will be making fan art (illustration or one page comics). I’ve decided on all the prompts detailed synopsis and scrips are underway.
If all goes as planned posting will commence in July~ I just legitimately worry how the heck I am going to find the time to finish all that I have planned without seriously neglecting, work and my home, maybe even my relationship!!??
KakaIru.rocks
Thanks to the KakaIru Maze I also learned about the awesome forum over at KakaIru.rocks. Come hang out, it’s great fun 😉 I’ll probably be a regular in the Lemon Bar due to my nature 🥴 Meta Monday and Polls are great tickles for both fics and fanart. There’s also a Feedback section I’ve been meaning to post in where you can look for betas and ask about anything in your creative process~~~
OMG I found this in my drafts - I guess life happened.
This is what I wrote in June 2022 (the 12th) XD:
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This was supposed to go up a month back but life happened so officially posponing my anniversary XD
I can’t believe it’s already been a year now since I joined Ao3 and started this blog. I haven’t done any recaps since October 2021 so there’s a little more than 6 months to catch up on!
Ao3/Fanfiction
Totals
User Subscriptions: 11
Kudos: 1062
Comment Threads: 93
Bookmarks: 96
Subscriptions: 41
Word Count: 20000
Works: 18
Hits: 21539
I did a thing where I worked very hard to write my last oneshot so that my word count would be exactly 20.000 - I cannot believe it!! I find it so cool that I have written this much! I still haven’t regained the output I had in the early days but that’s OK, maybe it was something like beginner’s luck or the IRL circumstances were perfect or something like that.
Tumblr/Pixiv/Fanart
#Myfanart
#Ourfanart
The #Myfanart tag has a whopping 51 pieces not counting the 30 doodles that were the result of the Doodle Drabble Nights over at kakairu.rocks. Add to this maybe around 10 pieces that have not made it onto Tumblr for,,, reasons 🙃🙃🙃
I also got to do my very first art round robin and first art collab this year. I remember for the round robin I was so nervous and spent an insane amount of hours on coloring cause I did not want to disappoint XD
I also passed my Tumblr 200 followers milestone a bit back but I am still to make anything to celebrate it. Since 200 is a common ISO-standard film speed for photographic films - I guess this means we should do SUKEA 💜💜💜
Events/Activites
Fall Exchange Fungi
77 Min AU Architect
Iruka’s Birthday Bingo
90 Mins Summer Stunner
Iruka’s Winter Bingo 2021/2022
DTIYS
Doodle <--> Drabble Exchange
Holiday Gift Exchange
KakaIru Valentines Week
Doodle Drabble Night
KakaIru Reverse Bang 2022
Oh my, listing them up like that, that’s quite a number of events!!!
Closing notes-ish
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Looks like I never got to writing a closing note but that’s okay, I’m going to post this anyway, leave it as is for like a week and then back date it so it shows up correctly in my archive (I’m a stickler for that XD).
I’ve actually been working on recaps going over the last year so I’ll be posting some more of those till I’m caught up. I like having a diary like this~ I’ve also still been struggling massively with creative blocks in both writing and drawing so I’m going to just focus on other aspects of fandom and see where is goes, you never know whe inspiration hits.
Recap #4: The month life happened... and not in a good way
It’s a couple of day early, but since October has been a train wreck irl I thought what the heck... Also been without internet large part of October which didn’t help things XD
First thing’s first 🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! 🎃
Ao3/Fanfiction
Guess what, I haven’t had he mental energy to read or write, and that is OK. Things happen irl that affects the life online. One thing I have discovered are podfics as company during my evening walks home from work. I’m glad that has been keeping me in the fandom somehow.
Tumblr/Fanart
As dry as a desert XD I haven’t even been spamming your feed with memes and reblogs. And if you’ve tagged me in stuff I plan to go through it and reply after this post - sorry to keep you waiting!!!
Events
Like the incurable FOOL I am, I still keep signing up for events like crazy XD
First we have our very own kakiru.rocks forums’s first DOODLE DRABBLE NIGHT hosted by @kaoruhana08 over at https://kakairu.rocks/ on Nov 12/13 depending where you’re at on this wide planet. Come, come join, I am sure it will be an absolute blast! The plan is to host monthly so don’t fret if this time around is not a good time~~~
Next I joined the Kakashi Lounge discord server quite recently and plan to take part in the Holiday Gift Exchange and Doodle Drabble Exchange.
The <3 kakairu <3 discord server is holding a 90-minute gift exchange towards the end of November (and probably a lowkey artist/writer collab in December).
My online home Umino Hours discord server is hosting another Winter Bingo that I am super excited for. It is one of the things I have been hoping would repeat after I joined the server, in was it July I think~
And as if the above wasn’t enough, I might have signed up for NaNoWriMo a couple of weeks back - not at all panicking that it is November 1st tomorrow XD
Closing notes-ish
I can’t say my block is resolved so I’ll just keep hanging out here on tumblr, the servers and forum. Chatting with everyone and enjoying the autumn and winter - which are my favorite seasons. Hopefully life will be more ok onward and I can have both inspiration and time to create during my time off and the holidays.
