Hey hey, Lucky here, how's it going? If you've come around these parts looking for some fun fantasy/modern fiction stories. That's my jam!
Wanna feast your peepers on a story? ↓↓↓
What I'd do for a Livable Income - A Soap Opera-esque fantasy fiction about a girl working at a pizzeria run by monsters. (New Chapter at least 2 times a week).
I Got Roped Into Being A Hero - A superhero fiction, following those around one of the worlds strongest and most mysterious hero. (Once a Month!)
The Jenkai - An episodic, contemporary fantasy regarding an Agent and his new partner working to keep the peace and discover what a Jenkai is. (T.B.A.)
(Also my asks are always open, so go ahead and shoot me one!)
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And overall, if my stuff isn't your thing, I still wish you a wonderful day! :D And keep looking around the community there are plenty of awesome artist and writers here!
This MAKES no sense right now until like chapter a billion of What I'd Do For A Livable Income. This was supposed to be dumb storyboard thumbnail. I tried to finish the work in progress before I went to work, I rushed a lot at the end. But just wanted to post so y'all don't think I poofed again!
ALSO I JUST SAW THE ASK, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE IF YOU'RE STILL POPPIN' I'M ANSWERING SOON! Sorry!! Thank you so much for it, they make me so happy when I see them!
Anyway, have a great day everyone, NON-NEGOTIABLE as always!
Undisclosed Character. NO, unfortunately not part of What I'd Do For A Livable Income, same universe, but not the same story.
Apologies for being absent, I have been extremely busy lately. Dramatic life stuff, so much so that I've been discouraged from writing/drawing as much as I want to. I've finally decided I should push past it and so far, despite being sick, I've been working for the past week or so on a project. I plan to release the first part by next month. It's for two things What I'd Do For A Livable Income, and my other series that I need to start getting out more, The Jenkai. Details to be disclosed more later.
Regardless, I hope everyone has been having a great time since I've been gone. If not, please keep going and putting yourselves out there even if your head, or someone in your life holding you back is telling you not too. Thank you to those who have consistently been believing in me and giving me hope for a better tomorrow.
AND AS ALWAYS, HAVE AN AMAZING REST OF YOUR DAY, OR BETTER YET, WEEK! YOU STILL GOT TIME, MAKE IT GREAT FOR YOU! NON-NEGOTIABLE!
Hope you're doing as well as can be! Not really an Ask but just wanted to send some encouragement your way. Always enjoyed your infectious enthusiasm on my timeline and hope to see it again someday.
Your writing hooked me and I enjoyed the characters and their depth and your plots and the twists. Solid descriptions and dialogue. Refreshingly fun mixed with serious and tension.
And to top it off you draw your ideas to bring them to life too?
Anyways, I hope this message finds you and brings a smile to your face. I'm not sure why I randomly thought of you but I wanted to send something.
YOOOOOOO! MESSAGES LIKE THIS ALWAYS BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE. SOMEONE CAN SEND ME A PICTURE OF A ROCK SAYING IT REMINDED THEM OF ME OR MY CHARACTERS AND I WOULD BE SQUEALING. Lol just add some shades and it be me. 💀
Sorry, I was on cap lock and I am unapologetic about it. I sincerely hope my enthusiasm is showing through! And we must have a telepathic link because I did plan to post something today too. It's a dumb drawing but nonetheless, goofy jazz. I have been working on some side projects that I don't want to spoil yet, and getting overwhelmed with work. I'm trying to figure out which directions I want to go in for this, BUT thank you regardless for the ask, it means a lot. I'm glad my characters and overall story can bring some fun. 🥰
ALSO AS ALWAYS HAVE A FLIPPIN FANTASTIC DAY, NON-NEGOTIABLE 😎❤️
Hello there! I hope you’re doing well and have been having a good year!
Just shooting you an anon message to let you know that I may or may not have a bit of a pred-crush on Drake; ekekwudhdbekeodjhaghkf
While I know he’s not much a pred in the traditional sense, he still has my interest piqued— (plus, I really like his appearance and his personality) ((he seems nice! jerk preds make me want to fight them rather than spend time with them, yanno? Lmao))
Thats all, have a great rest of your day! ✨❤️
Glad to hear you like Drake! Thank you! And here is a dumb sketch of a chibi thing I am working on with the beans xD AND the mouth will change but boy do I like the ">" mouth
THANK YOU FOR WISHING ME WELL TOO, BACK AT YA! AND HAVE A GOUDA DAY! (Non-negotiable)
I know it's really sketchy but it's something I am working on and taking me so long to finish. IS IT important story wise, no, is it goofy, YES. I have been feeling down lately with the new job and other in life stuff. Though, I am still here trying to figure out my next steps. I appreciate the support given to me as always, AND HAVE A GOOD DAY, non-negotiable!
I love this and I am sorry I keep sharing it around. It's my favorite part so far. xD STILL got a lot of work but hopefully episode one will be out around Saturday. Have a great day, NONNEGOTIABLE AS ALWAYS.
What have you been up to Lucky? WELL, currently I am working on the comic contest Webtoon is having for a series I had that takes place in the same universe as 'What I'd Do For A Livable Income'.
It follows a playful and pride oriented third class C.P.P.A. agent Vallen, playing "baby-sitter" to a serious and level-headed Jenkai named Avila. It's a "buddy-cop" type of episodic story with fantasy action hijinks, tons of monsters, idiocy, and tidbits of drama.
Disclaimer: These are rough drafts for them, in the comic they won't be exactly like this, probably better.
I'll be posting small updates with it soon, thank you again for following. And if it does well, comic wise. I will definitely be looking to make 'what I'd do for a livable income' into a comic one day too. xD
ANYWAY, AS ALWAYS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY (Nonnegotiable)!
Contents: Drake trying to figure out how to ask Lynette a question. (Much later in Widfali).
Wordcount: 1,300+
“What I wouldn’t give to be able to kick a puppy.”
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After the first taste of her blood in months, Drake found himself craving more. Somehow its potency had increased from the last time he indulged, and now he was stuck with her, shamelessly debating his options.
Lynette convinced him to go to Bitty Frogs ice cream shop along the city outskirts—an hour before it closed. It was a 20-minute drive to get to the area, and a small ten-minute walk to the shop from where they parked.
You’d think seeing barely any skin would make me less compelled to bite her. On occasions exposed flesh drew out his thirst, but a human’s heartbeat teased him more. Every thump promised him a fresh, warm, crimson ichor just waiting for his fangs to release.
It neared eight o'clock, so the shops illuminated their path along the sidewalk. The cold chill of late February didn't bother him, so unlike his friend, he wore a thin black sweater and torn jeans. While Lynette was bundled up. Layered in at least five different sweaters, scarf, hat, gloves, and jeans under her skirt, and winter boots one size too big. It made her steps clatter louder and her gait wobbled. Her choice in wardrobe no longer shocked him, however her ability to move her upper torso with the layers did.
I could do it without asking. That’s how he hunted humans. All Drake had to do was make a barrier to keep people from seeing them, grab her head, wrap an arm around her waist to press her into him, lift her up, and then drink to his stomach’s content.
He hissed under his breath like a machine letting out steam. Why does it have to be like this? He dreaded asking someone for blood. It either led to an awkward exchange or a flat-out rejection. She won’t say no. Drake knew his kind-hearted, foolishly trusting “prey” too well. It’ll be embarrassing. The thought of asking, “may I please have some of your blood,” caused him to cringe and look for any nearby him sized potholes to make his grave.
But no, you have to be such a sweet friiiiieeeend. He complained like he wasn’t grateful for her friendship. He was and wouldn’t attack her unless she deserved it by pissing him off.
His wine red eyes glanced at the shrimpy girl striding beside him. Why can’t you be a rude asshole like Alexander? That’s so much better than being an innocent, lovable puppy. He was too ‘weak-willed’ to hurt one of those.
While he was in his head, she pointed out the ice cream shop across the street, half a block away. “We’re so close!”
Drake’s natural habit to respond, regardless of whether he paid attention or not, let his thought slip through his lips, “What I wouldn’t give to be able to kick a puppy.”
Her cheerful smile fell. “What?” She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and he did the same, realizing what he said. She whimpered out, “Drake, why would you want to hit a puppy!”
He averted his eyes and checked their surroundings. Not only did they interrupt the flow of people walking behind them, but he also heard their judgmental muttering and heartbeats, too. He expelled an embarrassed hiccup of a chuckle. “Ha, you’re so-." His lip twitched, shooting her a look, “funny!” He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. He brought her to the crosswalk and turned the corner, avoiding it. They'd remain a short distance from the pedestrian traffic, at the corner boutique’s brick wall.
He released her and stood there, waiting a second more for any prying eyes or ears to pass. He consoled her sad face, although, in his fluster, he matched her previous exclamation volume. “I didn’t mean literal puppies!” Her heartbeat tensed. I’m yelling at her. He bowed his head in apology and lowered his voice to talk in his usual, non-fang exposing softness. “It was a metaphorical puppy as a reference for you.”
His poor choice of words slapped him in the face on their way out. He threw his hand up to silence her before she could say something like, “you want to kick me?”
Lynette’s sweet and caring melody responded almost instantly. “Did you want to drink my blood?”
“No, I don’t want to kick you. I was trying to think of a way to ask you something and not embarrass myself.” Too late for that. He lowered his hand and considered the thought of using it to get her face and pin the back of her head against the bricks to expose her neck. He dismissed the temptation by tucking his clawed fingertips into his pockets.
He flinched. He questioned whether he should feel insulted by her rapid deduction of his predictability or frustrated by her saying it blunt. Can’t you act a little scared?
Drake's eyes flicked down as she moved her gloved hand to tug at her purple scarf. He realized she was trying to bring it down for him.
The redhead dropped her small mits and took a step back, so he released the scarf. She pressed into the wall behind her and looked longingly across the street at the ice cream shop. She adjusted her feet, and her squinted green-eyed gaze helped her monotone reply. “Fine, no, you can’t have my blood.”
“Wayland.” He bared his fangs saying her last name and fought her to fix her scarf, “don’t offer yourself to me so easily.”
Drake’s shoulders dropped, offended. “You can’t take it back.”
Her attempt at being stern receded. “Huh?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Drake’s did too from his backward logic. “You told me to reject you.”
“I did.” He pressed his own palm against his face and spoke, his hand muffling his words. “I meant you shouldn’t jump at the opportunity.”
The slacked eyelids and pouty grumbles showed how much she was tired of their idiocy. Don’t worry Lynette, I hate myself too. She pushed her mitten to his chest first, then hers. “We’re friends Drake.” She put her mittens on her hips to show confidence. “I trust you, and that’s a good enough reason to say yes.”
And that’s where your idiocy lies. He groaned and copied her stance. “I’m being selfish. I only want it because it tastes better than last time.” Don't feed my greed or I'd have it everyday.
Fearless, she leaned in and if it wasn't for her short height he could take her seriously. Any bit of it flew away the moment she craned her head up to look at him. “I’m being selfish, too. I dragged you away from your anime binge because Wicks canceled.”
He dropped his arms. “True. I was an episode away from the season finale.” I could abuse that and guilt her into giving me blood all the time if she asks me to do something and I’m “busy”. He shook his head. I’m not doing that. “How much I’d love to say, ‘good point’ and bite you. The little Lynette I have as a conscience keeps telling me no.”
Her eyes popped with vibrancy and life, she put her arms at her chest happily, “a little me? Awww.”
Drake gave a sardonic smirk and prepared his tease, “yeah, your disgusting positivity is contagious. I should have known when you won over Alexander.” He acted it up by making a sour face and shook out his arms like they had something wet all over them.
She held her laugh, stuck out her tongue and walked around him, “aw shucks. That’s unfortunate. Having positivity means no blood privileges.”
Drake straightened up and followed her to the crosswalk. “Hey, I refute that.”
“Sorry, court decision.”
Drake hissed jokingly, “Not if I kill the judge.”
She gasped as they crossed the street. “You’d assault a judge?”
“I'd attack anyone if they had decent blood.”
She whispered to keep the people they passed from hearing her. “Doesn’t every human have good blood to you?”
Drake wadded through all the tasty heartbeats, to hear her sass. He sighed, “okay, if they have blood to die for, I’d be willing to kill a judge.”
She snickered, “you've definitely fought people for less.”
Drake tipped toward her and playfully jabbed her shoulder with his elbow. “Shut up.”
He opened the door to the ice cream shop for her, and she spoke under her breath. “After we get ice cream, you can have some of my blood on the condition that you explain why you wanted it to whoever asks me.”
Drake slumped on the door and watched her walk in. She’s not kidding is she? He trudged forward. All along there was a secret third problem. I didn’t have to worry about her making it awkward or rejecting me. No, I have to deal with the others ridiculing me into oblivion. He stepped behind her, the man at the counter greeting him like he did her. Drake reflected a closed smile and looked down at the colorful wide variety of flavors. Is ice cream always this bright?
Beside him, Lynette asked for Drake's opinion. She must have forgot I can't taste any of these without human energy or blood in them. He smiled and looked over the names of the flavors, nah, she asked to include me.
He checked the names, rocky road, minty mountain, coffee swirl, and said what he assumed was the most bitter option. That's what her brother would do.
She quietly said, "bleh," at what he said and picked , a triple scope sundae.
Lynette grabbed at his sleeve and pinched at his arm. “Drake!"
Speaking of her brother. Drake pondered the concern that was Wicks. Is her blood worth risking that psycho finding out I drank it without an actual reason? Drake weighed the repercussions and shrugged. “Here's hoping one of them knows a good funeral director for me.”
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Wondering where these bozos are from? Check them out in my story about a human working in a pizzeria run by monster called, "What I'd Do For A Livable Income"
