Blender artist writing a comic about magic environmental disasters on the side. I'll move some of my wikis over here in due time, I'm a slow bean~ Also bear with me while I go through multiple burnouts 💔
Hello! Name's teacup, I speak both Italian and English and I'm trying to learn Arabic too since I'm half Moroccan: so far I can vaguely tell what people are talking about, even if you shouldn't trust me too much on that.
I'm trying to write and illustrate a high fantasy comic that, according to some diaries I found, will soon be 20 years old (more on that later). I thrive in creative environments, so I thought I could reactivate this account to find fellow creators to connect with, so if you:
write fantasy,
have a diverse cast (poc/lgbtq+/disabilities/etc),
have a complex worldbuilding and/or an extensive lore,
write about cool blorbos (this is easy, all blorbos are cool),
illustrate your work or are also writing a comic,
then you're welcome to come and chat with me, my asks are open! I wanna learn from you and hype you up! I'm a rather shy individual and I'm often busy with the responsibilities that come with being 30, but I'll get back at you whenever I can :>
Wip summary
I'm writing about a world that's slowly being corrupted by its own magic, which here is called Echo, while the people who even slightly know the cause are murdered in cold blood or just disappear.
Left with only a bunch of cyphered papers, an ugly statuette and a few words full of love, Veril and Kibas must find their way through a wounded land in order to leave their dead parents' findings in the hands of the only remaining person they can trust.
Unfortunately, the people hunting them down have different plans.
For now, I'm calling this wip The Sound of the Milky Way, although the name is still subject to changes, as is basically everything else.
What will you get?
Detailed worldbuilding
Star/cosmos based belief system
Environmental disasters
Magic-based technology
Roaming towns on top of titans
Evil plants ravaging towns
Plant based species
Underwater saga
Mysterious organizations
Badass grandmas
Found family
Disability rep
Sapphic love
Trans rep
More stuff I don't recall rn
What will I get?
The looming feeling of being held accountable for the towel I keep throwing every few months.
Status
I'm still writing the first draft. It was supposed to be a series of books, but then, led by an inexpicable urge to make my life even worse, I decided to turn this into a comic. Half way through. So I had to learn how to storyboard, paneling, composition, yadda yadda.
Nevertheless, I have no intention to stop writing, be it to explore a scene from a different pov, to rapidly get the gist of a piece of dialogue or just because I like it. Moreover, writing in another language is always a fun challenge, why should I deprive myself of that?
I'm also planning to share some character sheets and descriptions of locations and creatures, just to give my neurodivergnt self a better sense of structure, so expect a bunch of those!
I've made a couple of entries already which you can find through the tag #milky way wip or #milky way worldbuilding
What I also do
While writing and illustrating my wip is still my main occupation, I also enjoy juggling between some 3D modeling projects on Blender too! My pc isn't always my friend, especially during summer, but I'm definetly going back to my models once this old little toaster can handle it! You can check them out browsing through #my render :>
After all its muscles were stimulated by the toxic chain around its neck, Okidogi transformed and gained a powerful physique.
Colour and symbol charts can be found here.
This sprite was designed by Ezerart! Permission has been kindly granted for its use.
A note on colours: in my experience, floss looks different irl than in online pattern makers. If you think a different colour will work better, go with your gut!
I don't normally make a big ado about my birthday, I don't like creating a fuss, and it doesn't exactly help that I share the date this year with another one of those apocalypticly pivotal US elections, as well as the always very important "Castiel goes to superhell day." This year though? I said fuck it, it's time to Make A Post.
The passing year has been frustrating for me along multiple angles. My efforts to seek therapy has been thwarted by the local healthcare bueracracy becoming temporarily very hostile to people looking for help with anything more complex than the most unambigiously diagnosed and treatment-responsive of cases, which is bad news for my treatment-resistant ass. On the bright side, this radio silence from the Healthcare State has prompted me to reflect on my condition, and even seek out an autism diagnosis, although the jury's still out on whether that's something I'll actually get or if I'll remain as one of God's Originals, too normal to diagnose, too abnormal to function? Time, I suppose, will tell.
As is perhaps typical for us Writerly Types, Employment has also been a struggle this year. This frustration in particular grew to a fever pitch over the summer, as my "Job Guy" from the local employment office went so thoroughly AWOL I still haven't been able to confirm whether he still works there or not. To her credit, his eventual replacement has shown great interest in getting me into a job that doesn't rely almost entirely on what I've now come to understand to be my ability to mask, or as I've referred to it, my "normal person cosplay."
There is, however, one bright side of this otherwise very frustrating state of affairs. I am writing. I'm not writing as much as I'd like, but it's way more consistent than I've ever done it, and it's at a pace I think I'll be able to maintain even under the duress of employment. Hell, it's even not a thing I need to worry about publishing, since I'm chucking it all out in the aether via a mailing list twice monthly. It won't pay the bills or anything since the mailing list is free, but it's not like my efforts at getting TCB published has gotten me anywhere either.
Thereafter, or as I would call it if I was angry at it, Thereafter Book 1: The City After The End, is a very fun book to work with. The concept of a postapocalyptic city made out of the flotsam and jetsam of destroyed fantasy worlds is ripe with opportunities for fun worldbuilding as well as a very effective underlying conflict. If our heroes don't figure their shit out and help everyone's going to panic and starve and things won't be very magical at all. Speaking of the heroes, the antagonistic-but-flirting-but-kinda-over-it banter between the four protagonists is a real blast to write, although I try to not over-indulge to actually get that fun plot I'm talking about going.
I feel like I'm laying it on thick here, but this isn't exactly me advertising the thing (although I will link the mailing list if it should rouse some interest,) as much it is talking about what a joy it is to write the thing. We writers should get better at that, I think. Yeah, some times writing sucks, and is difficult and hurts, but you know what? Some times it's not. A lot of the time for me, actually. Writing has a noticeable impact on my mental health. My last therapist noted that I seemed considerably less depressed than usual when I wrote the first draft of His Impossible Brushstrokes during NaNo last year.
So that's my year in brief review. It's been a tough year for me. Bearable? Yes, certainly, the fact that things are difficult right now only further motivates what I've come to call my "slightly overtuned sense of fairness and justice," and people have come to call "the reason you're so pissed off all the time."
It's not all bad though. I've come to really appreciate Writeblr as a community. Yeah we're all stressed and probably worrying about Writing The Middle Part, but I do find the cameraderie refreshing. @owlsandwich and @teacupsandstarlight in particular have been lights in my life, both thanks to their neverending patience in beta-reading Thereafter chapters with little to no warning, and in their boundless enthusiasm and commiseration with my various rants. You two have made a pretty shit year so much better just by being around!
Anyway, link to Thereafter below, it is 13 chapters long at the moment, book 1 is slated to be roughly 23-24 chapters long, but you know how it is with this kind of thing. Also if you've read this far I love you and hope you have as good of a Destiel Goes To Superhell Day as possible (also if you're an eligible voter in the US I pray of you that you Vote, I don't know if I have another Trump presidency in me and I don't even live over there.)
Where do you put “Saved the world as a tween” on your resume? The year he turned 13, Michael Sørstrand saved the world of the Molefolk from
Omanyte is one of the ancient and long-since-extinct Pokémon that have been regenerated from fossils by people. If attacked by an enemy, it withdraws itself inside its hard shell.
Colour and symbol charts can be found here.
A note on colours: in my experience, floss looks different irl than in online pattern makers. If you think a different colour will work better, go with your gut!
You got this! Therapists are professionals at Talking About Problems, and nobody knows your shit better than you, so together you two can figure some shit out! Let's go teacup!
I'll tag @pb-dot @teacupsandstarlight @jeahreading @sarandipitywrites and leave an open tag :)
I've recently started dipping a toe into a sequel for Burning the Darkness, and it's not edited at all, but here's an excerpt from my draft.
I realised today that it's basically
Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy
But here's my number
So call me, maybe?
Between a scrappy vampire and a kinda sorta vampire hunter XD
~
Namuel scanned the vampire’s face. He looked young, perhaps in his early twenties, though that didn’t tell him much about his actual age. Vampires aged, he knew, but unless you knew the manner of their origin, it was hard to pinpoint a number. This one had the scrawny look of one living on the fringes; the jeans and scuffed polo shirt nothing like the formal attire he’d expect from one of the court’s families. Whoever turned him must have been a low status. Or hadn’t been looking out for their progeny.
He looked innocent enough, for someone committing blackmail.
He thought of Elena - having to uproot her again, flee them both across the country, or abroad, with all the risk that crossing a border would entail.
“What do you want me to do?”
His acquaintance grinned. “Nothing big. It should be easy!” The man got up from his seat, fished a rectangle of card out his jeans pocket and tossed it on the table in front of Namuel. It was blank, except for a phone number messily scrawled across the middle. “And I’ll need you to drive as well, so make sure you’ve not been drinking when you call me.”
My uncle, 6"6' of pure Moroccan happiness, bear hugged me and made me cough up a lung and a half.
To make up for it (and to calm down my *ahem* extremely displeased father) he offered me his shoulder as a punching bag. I complied with all the strength I could muster only to hear him say "you can go all out, you won't hurt me!"
Oh, oh!! I can join too for this one! :D it's unedited and everything but enjoy~
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Nourash’s place stood in the westernmost end of the ruins of the old city, a complex of buildings falling apart that, Veril thought, weren’t deemed worthy of the status of historical preservation site like the rest of the area. A faint impression of faceless smiles still lingered on monolithic walls on both sides of the narrow street, their glee frozen in the adoration of the Ancestral Light that, oddly enough, was provided by dim Echo crystals still encased in vertical stone. Their features had faded and crumbled under the hands of time and mortals alike, but the empty glances of long dead priests still persisted and caressed Veril's skin as he moved past their unforgiving shadows, piercing through his soul until they unravelled the hardly immaculate intentions of each of his unsteady steps.
