#do i know what i'm doing?

[shrikeclangen]

#clangen #clan generator #shrikeclan #warrior cats #art #Rookrump #Wormscar #Goldkit #Do I know what I'm doing? #No #Am I having fun? #Yes #I'm sorry my handwriting is Like That

[what-eats-owls]

Occasionally I get asked about my outlining process, which is probably more than a little overwrought, but certainly easier to explain with visuals. I've shared this guide on twitter and insta, so I'm adding it here too, and hopefully there's something useful in it for you!

#writing #outlining #do i know what i'm doing? #jury's out #will I pontificate on it anyway? #always

[gumnut-logic]

Óen (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Thunderbirds Are Go and HTTYD crossover.

Here is the next bit. sorry we haven't gotten to the meat of this fic yet, but we are nearly there :D

Again, thank you to @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for all their support on this project ::hugs them both tight::

Have a little foot :D

-o-o-o-

“Hey, are you awake?”

The voice was a young one.

“Máthair, he’s waking up!”

There was a scuttle of feet beside him and Hiccup pushed his eyes open just in time to see a young boy grabbing an elderly woman and dragging her towards Hiccup.

Wha-?

The room was dark, but warm. A central fire snaked smoke out through a chimney in the roof and oil lamps decorated the walls, bathing the large room in yellow light. Beyond the old woman and the boy, there were beds laid out like the spokes on a wagon wheel around the central fire. Some had people in them.

Hiccup was in one of them.

“So you’ve decided to wake up, young man.”

Hiccup blinked up at her. “Where am I?”

“O’Treasaigh Isle, some would call it. You can call it a safe place.”

It took him a moment. “Toothless!” He sat up, ready to jump out of bed…

If only the lamps would stop spinning.

A small hand landed on his shoulder. “Now let that be a lesson to you. You can’t expect your body to appreciate what you’ve done to it. Give it some time to heal.”

“But Toothless-“

“You need not worry about your dragon. Virgil is giving him the care he needs.” She tilted her head just a little. “Though I do find it interesting that I know the name of your dragon and not you.”

His brain must be slow. “You ride dragons!”

“Interesting name, I must say.”

“No. No, no, my name is Hiccup.” He drew in a breath. “It’s true? You care for dragons.”

“A young Viking, then. You are far from home.” She began touching him. A finger on his wrist, his throat. She peered into both of his eyes, opened his mouth and stared down his throat. “You were as exhausted as your dragon. But I’m happy that the elements haven’t taken too much from you. Drink up and you will be well soon.” She pointed at a wooden cup on a table beside the bed.

“What is it?”

“Health. Drink it.” She reached over and handed it to him.

The young boy beside her screwed up his face.

Not particularly encouraging.

He sipped the drink, cautiously.

By Thor, it was worse than Astrid’s yak nog.

The woman’s blue eyes stared at him unblinking until he was able to force that sip down his throat.

His stomach immediately started a rebellion.

“I know it doesn’t taste the best, dear, but it will help.”

Make death look more promising maybe.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Your getting well will be my thanks.”

“When can I see Toothless?” As if they could stop him.

“Once you drink all of that, Alan here can take you to Virgil.”

What’s left of him maybe. He looked down at the brown muck in the cup and started building strategies to hide its demise.

Máthair stood up. “Alan will stay with you. Let him know if you feel ill and he will alert me.” She smiled. “Be well, Hiccup. While I go and chase your saviour and get him off that leg. Take note, young one, treat your body with respect and it will treat you well. Don’t work it to death like an idiot.”

She gathered her skirts and hurried off, muttering to herself.

Someone was in trouble.

Hiccup was glad it wasn’t him.

“Are you really a Viking?”

He turned to…Alan? The boy seemed just a little younger than Hiccup himself. Blue eyes were definitely a thing here, though.

“Yes, from Berk.”

“Wow. Never heard of it. How did you get a night fury?”

“Uh…”

“Scott has taken me up on Óen. He’s soooo fast. Do you think yours is as fast as Óen? It would be interesting to find out. They could have a race!”

“Uh…”

“Once he gets better, of course.”

“Toothless? How is he? Where is he?” Hiccup dumped the cup of gross on the side table and dragged his legs off the bed and onto the floor.

“Um, Máthair Chriona said you needed to drink that.”

“I need to see Toothless.”

Alan sighed. “Listen, I know it tastes like foot, but honestly? Máthair is a very good healer. She trained at the Temple. You need this. Drink it and we can go to your dragon.”

Hiccup eyed him. Young and eager, but there was something in the boy’s eyes that spoke of experience.

There was no naivety there.

Hiccup picked up the cup. Goethi had given him concoctions in the past. Especially after losing his leg. All sorts of foul smelling and gross things.

But this one?

He straightened his shoulders. He was a Viking with Thor at his back.

He sculled the drink.

His eyes crossed several times and his stomach lit on fire, but he got it down. There were several moments where it threatened to revisit all over the blanket covering his legs, but…

He sagged just a little as the tension left his shoulders and a wave of wellbeing washed over him.

By the time he put the empty cup back on the side table, he felt so much better.

“See?”

“What is that?”

“Good stuff. Total secret, of course. Máthair keeps the lore. I just wish we could mix it with something to hide the foot.”

Hiccup pushed himself to his feet and was happy to find the world not spinning and nothing aching more than it should. “Can you take me to Toothless?”

“Sure. Follow me.”

-o-o-o-

Next

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd fanfiction #hiccup haddock #alan tracy #grandma tracy #sally tracy #nuttyfic #do I know what I'm doing? #I have no idea

[fuzzysocksstuff]

#do i know what i'm doing? #no #do i care? #no just enjoying my time #rottmnt #rottmntleo #rottmntominousleo #rottmntleonardo #he watched games a thrones and got jealous #this is his chair now

[sunshinebingo]

Even Lovers Drown -

Chapter 8

Synopsis: Sirens are known to be merciless creatures who lure their prey with their ethereal voices.

But what happens when Gwyneth, a half Fae half siren, meets someone who is immune to her song? Maybe she doesn't need it for him to want her.

Read on Ao3

Snippet:

The shadows sighed in contentment as they lazily floated between them. Azriel did know if he had ever heard them do that for anything or anyone but her. They understood as much as him how different this situation was from everything he had ever experienced before. The only times he had ever been this close to a female had either been as a deception for his work or for sex. Yet even with the latter, it had never been like this. More than that, nothing had ever made him feel like this. He wondered for a second if he was still asleep.

Tag list (let me of you want to be added/removed): @shadowsxgwynriel @iambutmortal @trashforazriel @hlizr50 @headcanonheadcase @hiimheresworld @freyjas-musings @starfall-spirit @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @sv0430

#do i know what i'm doing? #No #But I know where I am going #At least I think so #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel fanfic

[ghostfartooo]

#werewolf #digital art #female rage #feminist art #the feminine urge #to become werewolf #wolf #moon phases #blood #t shirt design #do i know what i'm doing? #nooooo

[bookwyrminspiration]

“What’s on your mind, Foster?” “Pockets.” “We seriously need to get you some real hobbies.”

and other serious scenes from the build up to the final confrontation of my wings au :)

#kotlc wings au #shattered upside down #give me like half an hour y'all #and there shall be another chapter #with a not at all mean cliffhanger #do I know what I'm doing? #not in the slightest thanks for asking!

[ploncc]

you can nalbind/loop a square, but the question is why.

I thought I had answered this by wanting to make a sweater out of squares, but you know, with nalbinding instead of knitting or crochet, because that's the only needlework of this kind my monkey of a brain has ever been able to grasp since i was fuckin thirteen and trying to work out how you do this when the only proper instructions available to me online assumed i already understood the basics of nalbinding and notation, etc.

but no.

no, you don't understand

it took me between three and four hours to finish off one fuckin square yesterday. it is ridiculous. an incredibly loose oslo stitch too!! one to one connections!! but that fucker took hours to get done!!

and yeah, nalbinding does take an approximate forever, that's what happens when you're nalbinding, especially if you're working with shit acrylic yarn that you have to do russian joins with every ten minutes, and especially if you have, again, an absolute monkey brain like i do, and can and will lose focus at the drop of a hat.

anyways, the squares are now officially going to be pockets, and i am going to do a mammen stitch with proper tension and just make a sweater the usual way, which might also take an approximate forever, but at least i'm not going to have to deal with the sudden realization that i dropped a stitch at the edge and now have to go back, or realize i didn't twist the edge stitch properly and yup, you guessed it, its time to unpick that work too!!!

no no no, now i get to deal with trying to math out how many stitches to take in at the shoulders. yippe ki yay! ough.

#nalbinding #looping #do i know what i'm doing? #absolutely not #how dare you imply such a thing #anyways this is what i've been up to while i'm falling down the yearly/bi-yearly hole of pride and prejudice #my brain needs audio books to craft like a land turtle needs crab apples #also in my defense the squares are about 7x7 inches or 18x18 cm #so like #big #somewhere there's someone that knows what they're doing with nalbinding. they are shaking their head at me. telling me to slow down. #i can feel their disappointment. #but unfortunately!! i am a monster and i will continue on this forsaken path that i cut out :^) #time to get loopy

[laughingcatwrites]

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

#I'm so proud and happy for my coworker and I've been trying to figure out how to let him know how amazing I think he is #what gets me the most is that he's keeping this super down low to avoid giving any hints to his kid #he has a lot of queer friends so he already is known as an ally but there's always a chance it will be different if it's family #and he took that chance and crumpled it up into a ball and slam dunked it into the garbage for three points #and decided that even if his kid wants to hide it from him for the rest of his life he will still do what he can to make their life better #pflag #parents doing their best #parenting win #good news #allyship

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

#Sir Crocodile #Monkey D Dragon #Emporio Ivankov #Dragodile #Crocodad #My art #One Piece #We're not gonna talk about the work I should be doing rn I have Severe Procrastinitis and I'm doing my best okay #Alternative version where it was both Crocodile and Garp beating Dragon's ass before Iva-chan joined in but that was too much effort lmao #I'm a believer in Dragon being a Wind Logia so don't worry guys he is 100% taking this beating intentionally #He knows what he did and he's dealing with the concequences of his actions. With grace. #You know I realize Iva-chan should be two whole meters taller than Crocodile but we're just gonna ignore that #Look Iva-chan taking Crocodile's side and being like ''Crocoboy is right you fucked up bad Dragon'' brings me joy #And for real I've been wanting to draw this for months. But never did because I had other shit to do. Which I still do #But. You know. Sometimes you need to draw a shitpost. It's ✨ self-care ✨ #And appearently One Piece shitpost comics have become the thing I draw for myself on occassion

[seven-oh-four]

I'm still pretty new to chess, can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do if my opponent plays the Eight Fucking Bears opening? I'm really having trouble.

#mtg #magic the gathering #eight fucking bears #inscryption #chess #Every time I try to go first (because I'm the white side) he goes TOO FAST. TOO SOON. and playes eight fucking bears with flash #reach and trample #and i don't know what to do about it #my dumb chess ideas #1k #2k #3k #4k #5k #8k #10k #15k #20k #25k #30k #40k #50k

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

#fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom things #tumblr things #i may have said this at some point #i'm sure i have #but whatever - just in case #i don't say this with the presumption that i'm so amazing and people are clamoring to save my fics #but just if anyone is so inclined that's all #ftr i don't intend on ever removing my fics from ao3 or deleting fandom things from this blog #i've always shared my fandom things with the intent of keeping them shared bc that's the whole point of posting #but the fandom atmosphere and ao3 constantly being under attack who knows what can happen #not that this applies to anyone but should all else fail you can also reach out to me and i will personally give you a copy #at least of fics bc i save everything #not so much the tumblr things but this is a good reminder to myself that i should do that for the things i care about #that i've made or done and only posted here #anyway sorry i have now used up my quota of the putting words into sentences doing for today #i have plans to stare into the void now

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

[purplesound]

Neuv with different hairstyles💧

#genshin impact #genshin #neuvillette #genshin neuvillette #i don't know what i'm doing and i don't know if i like it #my art

[tiny--cryptid]

OK this question has been bugging me all morning so y'all please let me know

bc ours did nd I never thought much of it as a kid but know I'm thinking about it and it feels kinda gross? so pls tell me if this experience was universal or not it will haunt me forever otherwise

#i. i do not know what to tag this as. #emetophobia warning #?? #yea this came to me cuz i've been nauseous all morning bc i'm hungry but can't eat bc Food Is Gross #nd it made me think abt good ol vomit bowl. I miss that bowl i loved her like a sister

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.