#that lit a fire under my ass

[drowsystarlight]

You’re not even my second Runner Five, y’know that? You’re my fourth.

#zombies run #zr #zr sam yao #sam yao #zr sam #zr fanart #neeks draws #s1e7 you need to pay for your fucking sins against humanity (me) #YOU CAN JUST HEAR HIM CRYING IN THAT GODDAMN COMMS SHACK #I would run miles upon miles for you my little radio man #that fucking You’re My Fourth line…. #that lit a fire under my ass #are you fucking telling me he witnessed three runner fives die prior to the player #im SUING

[shirozora-draws]

The idea of selling prints was a bust for a number of reasons, the main one being the lack of time and energy. I still want to try my hand at doing some merch stuff so I've started looking at stickers and acrylic charms/keychains (mostly because I now need to seriously think about supplementing my income in some way and this would use one of my biggest strengths while being less anxiety-inducing than doing commissions).

I'd love to do a mix of both general Star Wars stuff and the more specific DinLuke stuff, and I'd also love to offer a few things for my homies in the other fandoms I've been in (looking at you, my Tron peeps). Feel free to throw suggestions in my face!

#shirozora draws #din djarin #grogu #luke skywalker #dinluke #the mandalorian #star wars #testing the merch waters again #the looming prospect of being the sole breadwinner in a SoCal household has lit a mid-high fire under my ass #but also acrylic charms are absolutely darling and i want 10 billion dinluke ones #i'm less of a stickers person but that seems like a low-energy way to dip my toes in merch territory #so might as well try!

[ask-the-bone-boys]

ok folks in honor of me finally being almost ready with this thing here's a compilation of the Main Reason its taking so damn long

#and i Still feel like i need more poses aaagh #this is why all the character portraits before this were so stiff btw. if you couldnt tell #i had a whole Time Saving Process that i chose to completely ignore and still thought i could get this ready in like two weeks lmaooo #not even CLOSE #but all the ceo stuff lately has lit a bit of a fire under my ass so progress is being made !!!! #i may even have a little puzzle for yall if you ask the right questions ;> #but yeahh we are getting so close now i can Feel it im exciteddd i hope yall are too!!!!!!

[twistedisciple]

Before the Scars

Bishop Mastery drabble: 682

cw: gore

Everyone had to be good at something. Otherwise, you would die. Get thrown out, technically, but in the snowy wilds of Elusia, everyone knew what that meant. Back then, fear had not yet hardened and calcified into a defective, useless organ inside of Griss. It used to pump his blood so full of adrenaline that he’d spend his nights praying that Lord Sombron not abandon him, spend his days with a desperate sleeplessness in his sunken eyes. 

Like the other monks in the monastery, he’d been taught magic under the priests’ whips, and he’d watched the older cohorts split into two groups as the years passed: those that were awarded some modicum of prestige and a minor title within the church, and those that turned into grey monuments in the snow, fingers and toes blackened, eyes frozen wide open, waiting for a spring that would never come for them. Death did not scare him, and indeed the fear of death was counted among a handful of cardinal sins, but the souls of those that had succumbed as the defects had were trapped within the rejected flesh for eternity, never to decay, never to be a vessel for their lord’s power, their existence immortalized in a pillar of shame. Eternity was a long time, Griss knew that, but he saw it hurtling at him faster than he could run.

Each day, angry red welts were added to his arms and back, and each day he had nothing to show for them. Sometimes, he could conjure a little bit of a breeze, enough to sway the scraggly grass under his feet. Sometimes, a spark. But always the whip’s fierce lashing. He lacked focus, one of the priests said. He didn’t know how when he prayed every night. He kept praying, because there was nothing else he could do. The flagellum had even started to lose its edge.

Torn flesh fascinated him. He ripped his own open, stitched it together in pretty red zigzags, dug his fingers into the wounds of others, plucked out splinters and fragments of bone like an archaeologist, and closed them all up again. Curiosity cultivated an uncommon fearlessness which bred an even greater curiosity for all the different ways the body could be bent and broken, the sensations that came with it. How it could be put back together again. His own. Others. It didn’t matter whose, in the end.

No great epiphany had preceded the glow of the Heal staff under his palm one morning in the monastery’s iron-scented infirmary. It’d been abandoned by one of his fellows for just a moment, and Griss had swept in to prod at the swelling around the patient’s mangled elbow, searching for a source like an explorer charting the frontier, ignoring sleepy moans of discomfort even as he pressed his thumb hard against a lump and pitched the cries louder. Then it gave. The cries subsided. The fever heat cooled. The man treating him returned and chased Griss away with a few solid strikes from the staff’s blunt end.

It came with no fanfare, this talent. From that day on, he intuited his way around a variety of staves without picking up a book, driven by a curiosity toward the flesh and a resonant listening gifted to few - a kind of perfect pitch that he would never recognize as a gift until years later, with Zephia’s observation. He could recognize each staff by a series of shapes. Heal was a single, simple triangle. Recover was a red thread, three loops, ringed by seven triangles. And these were inarticulate instructions his body simply knew. A gift he learned to take for granted.

His lessons with the priests and their whips never stopped though, and neither did their criticism. There was nothing special about learning to use a staff, but there was nothing really special about learning to cast spells either. These were givens. The expected minimum to allow one shelter within Lord Sombron’s grace. Everyone had to be good at something, after all. Otherwise, you would die.

Griss did not fear death, and he never would again.

#mastery drabbles #// meant to write this months ago #// but griss accessing gremory this month finally lit a fire under my ass #// wanted him to master bishop before mastering gremory because of the symbolism of his base proficiency being staves #// messy messy though don't read

[ghost-proofbaby]

All your TTPD musings have me DESPERATE for new maroon 🥵

it's coming!!! i swear!!

#TTPD has certainly lit a fire under my ass with inspiration #thank u ily #maroon

[eureka-its-zico]

I literally cant wait for CITB Chapter 8!!!! Like the birthday post was so good and i reread chapter 8 just because i wanted to make sure i woudnt forget anything 🤍💚

My goal is to write today while I’m in here. There aren’t any distractions here, besides the sweet sounds of beeping hospital equipment lol because for some reason I’m vibing and getting all the ideas ?????

It must be the lack of sleep

I think it’s cause the birthday piece made me really want to write more cute soft scenes for them so bad I’m like, yelling at my reflection to get her shit together and finish 8/9 to get to the cute shit.

Now I’m just thinking of flustered doc asking to clean Zoro’s wounds and he purposely removes HIS WHOLE SHIRT making her have a damn aneurism. Like 👀👀👀

#slyhersophia #answered #uuugggggghhhhh i might end up pre writing that scene because it might leave my head completely #but my god i love how that idea lit a fire under my ass 🤣🤣

[oh-katsuki]

i love reading a good book and feeling rejuvenated going back to my own writing. it's like getting a new perspective on storytelling and the different ways to do it. wonderful feeling.

#my friend and i went on a roadtrip this weekend #and we listened to the entirety of normal people on audiobook #and it was so good (ofc i have some critiques but i enjoyed it over all) #and it lit a fire under my ass to work on this fic ive been writing for a hot second #bc i'd been feeling so stuck w my writing #but sometimes u have to like.. go outside of your own work and look at something else and read and enjoy something else #and then u get that good new perspective and everything feels doable again #GOD I LOVE YOU WRITING AND READING AND STORYTELLING

[cwritesfiction]

brb I’m going to try and marathon-revise this entire scene tonight here we GO

#it's in the cards #oh - did you smell something burning? #yeah it's the fire that got lit under my ass

[astrovagrant]

i am repurchasing nwn2 because i guarantee you my ancient disc copy from when i was fucking 11/12/13 is long, long gone. and i want to replay so so bad

#thank you for this miss bg3 . lit a fire of nostalgia under my ass #i should really play bg and bg2 at some point #i DID TRY with bg. ok. i tried #and i remember playing segments of bg2 as a kid but barely remember anything About It #nwn i will eventually work back towards bc i love you miss hotd

[grimweathers]

unfortunately going into the weekend in a very bad mood >:/ i need a new job NEOW

#work very sneakily implemented an unfair change to our payroll system #time to seriously SERIOUSLY look for a new job #(i’ve said this for like 2 years but this lit a real fire under my ass lol) #river talks

[indiiglow]

I'm finally writing that fucking AU that I had drafted for like 4 fucking years

#indi's stuff #I don't know how far I'll get but I STARTED IT #and I am SO excited #. #-I Should be Reading the fic but I started reading and it lit a fuckin Fire under my ass making me want to write instead #like I keep zoning out into daydreaming about my own plot it's kind of a Problem cause I can't focus!! #so I'm giving in and I'm gonna write as much as I can

[switch]

i found out about trashion alley the other day and i keep thinking about them. i’m shocked they even got as far as prototyping. i associate hasbro with such intense risk-aversion over the past 20 years i would have expected them to get shot down at the concept stage. it’s kind of impressive.

#frankly they’re not my thing but man hasbro need a fire lit under their asses more often #the prototypes just look good even if they’re not for me #switch speaks

[deadn30n]

i was wondering why i was trembling/shaking so much only to realize i haven't eaten since like 3pm yesterday LOL uhhhhh

#« ooc tag. » #ya'll mind if i [forgets to eat for a whole day] #KLSJADSGHD #dw i ordered food so i'm gonna shovel that in my face before i continue my drafts #i legit have like 3 left and then i'm gonna go for asks #i've had a REALLY good day today so far and i'm very happy ♥ #also watching masters players on the side while i write to help w/ improving my league gameplay #this season i'm taking it serious i am SO READY #being told by my coach i can absolutely reach diamond if i try lit a fire under my ass #“you play like low gold so here's all the things you can improve on” #fuck YEAH i'm eating this constructive criticism UP

[skeuo]

i hate being a medical nightmare. sometimes i wonder what i do this all for.

it's for the me that might someday feel some reprieve and have answers. but right now, it feels like a tower i'm climbing that never seems to end. one semi-answer leads to a follow-up and leads to no answer. everything is so connected that i have to bounce from specialist to specialist, only getting a small piece of the puzzle from each of them.

one day i think i'll know what's going on. i have to make this effort for me. but it's so much. and it's so expensive. it's horrible.

#at least i have a reason to push more appointments in a smaller span of time now. i have a fire lit under my ass now bc i need a majority of #this done before i leave the state. i have to push push push. i will get it done. i know. #but it's so stressful. it's so very stressful for one person. my family won't help.

[umbra-speculum]

i have high and dangerous muse for Neah.

Too bad the fandom is still dead.

#{ screaming into the void } || ooc #i found an english cover for the 14'th song and it just #lit a fire under my ass for his muse w H Y #i'll go back to being dead now

[foxcassius]

i've been neglecting charlie and the vampos. its stuck at just under 17k bc i got Knitting Brainrot over my vacation

#FINISHING A PROJECT LIT A FIRE UNDER MY ASS MAN IDK WHAT TO SAY! #plus WEARING my finished project? oh that made me CRAZYYYY #t