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jesncin · 2 months
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✨⭐️YOU CAN NOW PREORDER LUNAR BOY!!🌟✨
It's Princess Kaguya meets the Little Prince with an entirely Indonesian cast of characters! A graphic novel drawn and written by yours truly!
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only-one-brain-cell · 1 month
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“None of which we had access to for security.” Oh really? Then how the fuck was JJ able to play Scrabble with her then?????
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Congratulations on 100 followers Pink!!👏👏I hope if it OK for u draw my YBG Oc Yura with Peter, I love u and your arts so much💕✨✨✨✨✨
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i drew two versions based off your Peter x Yura drawings. here & here
hope you like!
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china-shop · 12 days
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Sign-ups are now open for the 520 Day Guardian Reverse Exchange 2024!
As the name says, this is a reverse exchange:
You sign up with the kinds of things you enjoy creating.
You choose three writers/artists/fanwork creators via anonymised ads, and make a request of each of them based on what they enjoy creating.
You are assigned one request to create for, based on your offer.
You receive a gift from one of the creators you chose.
Rules/Info | Sign-ups part 1 (offers) NOW OPEN
This year’s schedule
Sign-ups part 1 (offers): close at 11:59PM UTC on Friday 22 March (What time is that for me?) Sign-ups part 2 (requests): Saturday 23 March - Friday 29 March Assignments out: Wednesday 3 April at the latest Deadline: Monday 13 May Work reveals: Monday 20 May (there is no anon period)
Sign-ups are on Dreamwidth, but you don’t need a Dreamwidth account to participate. Assignments will be sent by email. Your gift must be posted to the AO3 collection.
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avidcollectorofdust · 6 months
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Are ghirahims kids sword spirits or did he just pop some knifes out of his pussy?
This gave me SUCH insane whiplash when I opened this seemingly innocuous ask and got hit with those last seven words
That said, I imagine they're just kinda like,,, knives with autopilot. Like, they can teleport (when he summons them in battle), and they fly at Link, but they're not really sentient in the way he is
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evolxe-domain · 3 months
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The cover for Mashle's third game book light novel, written by Kiyoko Hoshi and illustrated by Hajime Komoto, titled "Mash Burnedead to Gangan Ikouze" has been revealed!
The novel is scheduled to be released at October 4th, along with the final volume and the fanbook.
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I’m thinking about how in Marvel Team-Up 1997 issue 1 the spider sense is so loud that Jono can telepathically hear it and boost it.
I’m thinking about how in the 1997 Generation X prose novel Jono gains the ability to project his voice into radios.
I’m just thinking that’s neat.
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butchedmoe · 1 month
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📍MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN📍
Im accepting PayPal and Kofi too 🎐🌻
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✅I can draw humans, closed/open species, furries, mild Gore, Sfw (includes any Kink).
❎I will not draw shotacon, lolicon, controversial themes, religious themes.
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I would appreciate it if you shared this post to help me get clients and monetary support😭
For complicated or elaborate backgrounds I will charge an extra 5usds
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adriancatrin · 2 months
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me rereading my fic and wanting to continue it and knowing that the remainder of the first draft is crammed in shitty handwriting in two huge ass notebooks… why did i do this to myself
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Good news COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!
Including NSFW and Furry fanart (with limitations)
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Currently low on cash and the housing crisis is killing us all so I’m at the ready to make people happy! Here are some examples of past commissions I’ve done for many other YBG fans!
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DM me if you’re interested, all the money from the commissions will go towards my debt, bills, and food! Thank you all in advance, I really appreciate it.
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enkkuleikkipuisto · 4 months
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been missing the proper usage of tumblr read more
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pink-anonymous-person · 5 months
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How about Peter and yin Halloween this time. With yin scaring peter.
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i have zero idea what costume i should give to peter so im just gonna give him a pumpkin face halloween hoodie because im lazy af and im still sick on bed lol
screenshot reference is from Cyberpunk Edgerunners
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ahb-writes · 6 months
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Writing Problem: The Story Begins Too Late in the Novel
Problem: The Story Begins Too Late in the Novel
Solution: Gain traction early; use simplicity, momentum, and a bit of the unknown to carry readers toward the more complex and the improbable. The first chapter is context for what the whole novel is about. Don't wait to pull in readers, don't hesitate to tell readers which characters are the most important, and don't hesitate to expose readers (and the viewpoint character) to the narrative's central conflict. Be upfront about what kind of story you're telling.
Develop a strong sense of who your protagonist is, articulate the protagonist's needs (which may change), and hint at the limits or barriers the protagonist must acknowledge, or defy, to achieve their current or a future goal.
Writing Resources:
8 Ways to Write a 5-Star Chapter One (Writer's Digest)
10 Ways to Start Your Story (The Writers Society)
How To Start a Story That Grips Your Readers (Jericho Writers)
7 Steps for Writing Your Novel's Opening Chapter (The Novel Smithy)
4 Key Elements of Scene Openings (September C. Fawkes)
How to Find Your Writing Style (sunnydwrites; ahbwrites)
Writing Riveting Inciting Action: 7 Ideas (Now Novel)
In Media Res: 6 Steps to Start Stories From the Middle (Now Novel)
Writing Great Beginnings and Endings (Writing Questions Answered)
❯ ❯ Adapted from the writing masterpost series: 19 Things That Are Wrong With Your Novel (and How to Fix Them)
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writing-good-vibes · 10 months
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you are now leaving illinois
before the weird sex and the american dreams and the realisations that only the open road can bring, there was the beginning (well, almost). or: corey and michael leave illinois for the first time.
WARNING for mentions of shoplifting, carjacking, smoking and very mild angst, but this is actually pretty mellow. idk corey cries a little bit but that's not out of the ordinary for him.
taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (if anyone else wants to be tagged in corey related things, just let me know !!)
The first stop they make since leaving Haddonfield is at a Walmart about 20 miles from the state line. Corey goes in, hood up and head down, just to grab some essentials for the road.
Bags of chips, cans of soda and bottled water. An armful of cup noodles and a loaf of bread. A half-gallon of chocolate milk. First aid supplies because he knows he's not the powerhouse that Michael is; rolls of bandages and gauze, a bottle of painkillers, antiseptic cream. He grabs the cheapest electric razor they sell.
He thinks about 'lifting his haul, but he doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself than he has to -- not before they make it over the state line, anyway -- so he pays at the checkout. It'll make a dent in his wallet, but he'd saved enough to last a while, and it's an expense he's willing to spend for now. He's sure Michael won't mind them scrimping a bit in the future. Hopefully.
The checkout lady tries to talk to him, those empty niceties that he was so scared of before now feel maddeningly absurd after the week he's just survived. Even so, he tries to act as normal as possible, giving her a tight smile that has no chance of reaching his eyes.
Michael waits in the car, parked in a dark corner of the lot. He's wearing the mask, of course, he'd put it on as soon as he'd wrestled it back off Corey. He knew he was going to be in big trouble over that one, but Michael would have to wait a while to exact whatever revenge he wants on his new... accomplice? Amid the raging sea of emotion that is churning his gut, Corey feels a sick sort of thrill at that thought, at taking whatever Michael will deal out to him once they're in the clear.
Jogging back to the car, Corey throws the grocery bags in the backseat before sitting up front. Corey slides slightly across the bench when Michael makes a sharp turn out of the lot and back towards the highway.
Darkness surrounds them on both sides again, as they head out of town. Corey reaches back and routes through the bags until he finds the razor. He unboxes it in his lap, finding the charging cord and plugging it into the port on the dashboard.
"They're gonna be looking for us," he says, slumping in his seat and watching the side of the road where their headlights just about reach.
Michael doesn't say anything, but Corey knows he understands. Michael's been on the run before, he should know what he's doing. Although he has no practical experience, Corey had wiled away his adolescence thinking about how he could run away, far enough that Momma would never find him. There are worse people to worry about than Momma now.
At the next gas station they make another stop; a run-down mom-and-pop place, the type that Corey had assumed didn't exist anymore. The type of place he assumes won't have company policies or CCTV that backs up to a cloud.
Corey leaves Michael in the car again and heads into the garage. The burning adrenaline is starting the wear off, and he buys fresh pack of cigarettes to soothe his obliterated nerves, then makes a beeline for the bathroom, a single stall with a toilet and basin.
Corey's hands grip the edge of the sink and he looks at himself in the cracked mirror, the aged silver surface mottled around the edges. He'd never thought much of his looks, never had anyone to impress or any real reason to care, especially after the accident. But now, oh god now he feels like this is the last thread connecting him to his old self to everything he's done and did not do, and it's not as easy to cut as he expected.
He picks up the razor, clicks it on and feels the vibrations through his hand. Watching, eyes fixed on the halo of curls around his head, he brings the razor up, runs it through his hair, just above his ear. A tuft of hair drifts into the sink. He looks down at it, and even as he squeezes his eyes shut, the tears make their way out anyway. Pathetic, he thinks.
The sink fills up, tawny like a birds nest, and when Corey is finally finished, he almost doesn't recognise himself. He looks so different like this. Running a hand over his buzzed hair, Corey steels his gaze.
Corey had never been to Missouri before. In all fairness though, there were a lot of places he'd never been. Michael doesn't seem too affected, as they cross the state line, the Mississippi River raging beneath them. Missouri didn't even seem much different than Illinois, though in the dark of the night, he supposes he can't really tell. He's heard there are more cornfields, maybe, but other than that, the long stretches of highway felt the exact same as back home.
Home. Shit.
He wondered what home even meant anymore. It felt strange to even think they'd never be going back to Illinois, though he was pretty sure at this point they never would. Michael's home was gone, razed to the ground in a bid to wipe him clean off the face of the town that had ruined him; Corey had nothing to go back to either, nothing that hadn't ruined him, nothing he hadn't torn to shreds and set a blaze before leaving behind.
For the first time in his life, the open road seemed like the only real, tangible thing. Not just a pipedream or a childish fantasy anymore. He'd been stagnant, wasting, for so long he'd forgotten what it felt like to really move. Corey felt alive and he wasn't going back to the way things were, not ever.
Just on the horizon, Corey can see the watery grey-blue of the sunrise approaching. He doesn't notice that the white-noise rumble of the road beneath them is soothing him to sleep until his head drops to Michael's shoulder. Michael's eyes stay firmly on the road, and Corey decides, like most things about their partnership, that as long as Michael will let him have this indulgence, he's going to make the most of it.
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evolxe-domain · 3 months
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