[sticky entry] Sticky: Hello!

Mar. 8th, 2016 10:24 pm
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This is a mirror blog. My main blog is actually on WordPress, but I have a series of cross-posts set up to also send my ramblings to DW and LJ. I sill check the F-lists on both accounts, but very rarely will posts be made directly to other sites. I mention this only because sometimes, the formatting goes sour. Read mores on WP work differently than they do on LJ or DW, so nothing winds up behind a cut. Anything with tables or special formatting is going to be an absolute mess. Chapter Notes will be spoilery as hell. There's not much I can do about any of it, since I don't want to manually post to a bunch of different sites, and WordPress does have the nicer interface for posting.

Follow me on whichever site you want to follow me on. It doesn't matter to me.

[sticky entry] Sticky: Fic Prompts

Mar. 25th, 2016 11:53 am
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Since the HTML keeps breaking inexplicably on WordPress, I'm putting my prompt tables here.

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Just haven’t really been posting much again.  I need to get back into the habit of it.

I had the sort of dream last night where I’m pretty sure my subconscious was trying to tell me something.  And I’m pretty sure that what it was trying to tell me, I already know.

We were out doing a group thing for some sort of holiday or something, and my grandmother got it into her head to go camping after, like everyone did last time (when I apparently wasn’t invited or something, because I had no idea what had happened last time).  It sounded fun, until I learned that it was in Canada.  Which is well and good and all, exept I’ve got no passport, so guess who’s not going to Canada.  Grandma decided we should do something else, but then someone else who’s not even in my family hijacked the trip and took us up to the border anyway.  And I was screaming that I cannot go to Canada, and my sister was screaming that the kids she had with he were hers, and she couldn’t just take them to Canada.  And my mother was telling us both to shut up and grow up and just pretend we could, or some bullshit.  Which is funny on a meta level, because my mother is not even allowed in Canada.

So, we got to the border, and the other person (who I’m not really sure I want to name, because of reasons) threw the biggest bitch fit about how we were all abaonding them, and then… turned around and abandoned everyone so they could go sit in a Canadian bar.  And my mum was trying to get everyone else to cross the border (which involved wading across a small river, but there was border patrol on the other side?), and then we all started shouting at her.  And I threatened to walk back home if she didn’t just leave the other person and take the rest of us the hell home.  And my brother said he’d walk with me.  But no, that would be abandoning her.  And probably because of the whole not being allowed in Canada thing, my mum decided she was just gonna sit in the front off the van or whatever we were in, in the woods, in the cold, and let the other person just have their fun.  So I got out and started walking down the road, and lo! my brother had not followed, like the chode he is.  And I had no idea where I was going, so I picked a direction at random.  

At one point, I realised I was walking barefoot on black ice, and it was cold and awful, and I think I managed to lucid dream myself a pair of boots, but that was the end of that sort of thing.  Because then I was shouting at Siri to get me directions home, and he kept doing random internet searches instead.  And I was screaming and crying on the side of some road somewhere, and when he finally did get my directions, he was really snarky and rude about how long it would take to walk home.  Like, fuck you, Siri.  And then he did the thing that all of my walking dreams tend to do, and led me through a bunch of random houses, because that’s totally how directions work.  And they all kind of blended together, and I had to go through a maze to find the road again.

At one point, I found the house of someone who I think was supposed to be a friend, but I don’t remember who they were.  They offered me lunch, but not, like, a ride home.  So I had a sandwich, and started walking again, and once again wound up going through houses and back yards and shit.  Like, there was one point somewhere, where the walkways I had to take were these gravity-defying planks, and a flight of wooden stairs that had steps missing, and basically everything I’m terrified of.

Sometimes when I wake up mid-dream, I get sad that I wasn’t able to finish it.  That one was verging on nightmare, and it can go away now.

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I’m starting a new project today, to help keep me busy.  Kind of like fic remixes, but also really not.  I picked out a few short fics to start with (one 4k, and one 6k), and I’m going to attempt to turn them into comics.  Drawing seems low-impact enough that it doesn’t mess with me too much, so it’s pretty much all I’ve been able to do to keep from going nuts.  Of course, now I’m stuck at the issue of hosting, because the two fics on my list so far are both PWPs, because hey.  That’s the only kind of short fic I could find that also had elements that would be visually interesting.  Maybe the OTW might finally sort out image hosting on AO3.
Ha.  hahahahaha.  Maybe by the time I’m 50, when they finally announce they’ll be coming out of beta in five years.

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I’ve not been doing a whole lot, other than fucking around on deviantART and trying not to freak out.  My appointment is on Tuesday, and, uh.  I’m kinda freaking out.  I’m in that place where I’m not sure if I’m more afraid of the diagonisis, or if it comes back as another question mark.  I’ve been doing almost literally nothing the last few days, and I feel absolutely fine for it.  But the second I start doing any amount of anything at all, I start to regret it.

The result of this has been so much monotony that I went all day today thinking it was Sunday, and that Robin Hood would be home tomorrow.  I told him to pick up some cheese and sauce, and I’d make him a pizza when he got home.

Except.  Today was Saturday.  Which, you know, I think I knew that.  Because I went down to get the mail, and actually found mail down there.  My god, I’m going nuts.  Help.

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Here’s a thing I’ve started to do, for any artists who watch me.  Pre-made Do-Anything backgrounds/scenery.  

You can get them individually (as I do them) for 500 points on deviantART.  Or, as a patron of $5 or more on Patreon, get access to all backgrounds.

On deviantART.

On Patreon.

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Apr. 3rd, 2016 02:00 am
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So, I wound up going, and even though I did puke pretty much as soon as I got home, I’m pretty sure that was mostly motion sickness from Grandpa getting lost on the way back.  My brother was kind of an ass, in the way that he’s always an ass, and kept handing out drinks to everyone while reminding me that I’m sick and I can’t.  Which is actually not even an assholish thing, in the greater realm of asshole behaviour.  It’s just his way of acknowledging that I’m sick and his 70/30 mixes of rum and coke would kill me.

Actually, though, the highlight of the party was my aunt bringing her new fella around.  Because I do enjoy few things more than watching the new guy sit there going “wtf is going on” while everyone calls each other names and fling sinsults and brings empty cups of coffee when coffee has been requested.  That Minions movie was on, and there’s a character in a pinstripe suit who’s about eight feet tall and has a massive nose.  Every time he showed up, Grandma said, “Look, Terry’s on TV again!”  And then Terry (my brother) would shout from another room to quit obsessing over him and find someone else to get a crush on.  At one point, I’d grabbed a couple of Doritos, not realising they were spicy nacho.  I took a small bite of one, and when I decided I didn’t want them, I was about to fob them off to someone else, but Grandma stole them right out of my hand instead.  I didn’t want them anyway, so I just sat down quietly while she gloated and ate her stolen chips, and then had a good laugh at the moment she realised they weren’t plain nacho cheese.  Something nobody else noticed, until Grandma got up and announced that she had to go to the bathroom to “blow her asshole out.”  An hour later, she was still complaining at how easily I’d given up the chips, and that she should have realised.

And this is just… our normal?  But the poor new boyfriend was just sitting there trying to keep quiet, and not sure if he was allowed to laugh.  At one point, Grandma had mentioned that she stayed up past midnight last night watching TV, and my mum told her to quit watching so much porn.  “No, it was a western or something!”  Which just turned into assless chaps and cowboy fetish.  And the poor dude just had no idea what to do with any of this.  So that right there was kind of worth getting out of bed for.

And then on the way home, Grandpa just completely drove past the freeway.  So we went on this long adventure, trying to find it again, because there was nowhere to turn around.  At one point, we drove over the freeway, so he figured it must just be the next right turn.  And then we drove under the freeway, and wound up completely losing it all together until I finally asked Siri to save our asses.  Up until that point, I’d just been using him to beatbox to my Grandma, which she seemed to enjoy.

But I’m home now.  And seeing what the kiddo got gave me a good idea of what to get her.  A trumpet, surely.  And probably a ball of some sort, since she likes those.  The trumpet, because I’ve already got her a drum, some cymbals, and a piano.  She can start her own Big Band at this point, and my brother can deal.  But now I’m totally done.  I’ve been sick, and feel a bit better now.  I’m probably going to go read or something.

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Apr. 2nd, 2016 04:53 pm
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I’m really debating not going to this party today. I feel that bad.  I don’t even know what time it’s at, and what time my grandparents are gonna be here to pick me up.  Nobody has actually told me anything, other than that the party is today.

I warned my brother last night that I might not be showing up, because no matter what I do, I’m miserable.  After that, I went to bed, and had the sort of dream that went far beyond omen, and was probably straight up prophetic.  It wasn’t about the birthday, but I’d cancelled on something else.  Everyone was making some sort of treat for wherever they were going, and I kept trying to come back home.  But I couldn’t, because my mother kept shouting at me about how it didn’t matter how I felt, I  had to go.  Any argument I had about my health was shot down with demands to quit being a baby, and how bad this will make everyone else look, and how I  just need to get over myself.  All things that were, frankly, things she would, and probably will say at one point.  Especially since when I made the mistake of telling her what’s going on, she berated me for all my lifestyle choices, telling me that this wouldn’t be happening if I’d just shape up.  

So now I’m sick from all the pills I’ve been taking, already in pain, and feeling guilty about not feeling like I’m up for the six or seven hours we’ll be spending between the party and getting to and from Vancouver.

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Apr. 2nd, 2016 05:51 am
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I went to bed yesterday, just wanting to puke from all the ibuprofen I’ve been taking.  Today, I figured I’d skip it, because surely the pain wasn’t actually THAT bad.

The pain is, actually, that bad.  It’s half ten, and I’m thinking about taking my second set of three.  And now I’m at this awkward stage where tomorrow is my neice’s birthday party, an hour away.  So, do I take my pills tomorrow and be kind of sick all day, or not take them, and be in pain all day?  It’s not a fun decision to make.

Sunday, I’m going to try to do a lot of catching up that I haven’t been able to do lately.  I’m so far behind on a lot of things, and I can’t seem to get caught up, and now I’m at the point where I’m almost considering putting my shop on Vacation mode.  Except, that’s money I need.  But I’m not able to actually do the work to fill some of the orders.  augh.

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Art Post

Apr. 1st, 2016 08:44 am
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Kind of a ridiculous one, at that.

It has some problems, some of which I may choose to fix before I colourit.

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My aunt called me a couple hours ago, telling me that her car broke down, and she couldn’t get it home, so could she have it towed to my place.  So, I’m thinking, wow, tow trucks must really be expensive, because she only lives 15 minutes away, but sure.  If you think you can get it into my carport in the alley, you can park it here.  Maybe tow trucks cost extra on the highway?  What the hell do I know?  I don’t drive.

She’s never been here before, so I went to go stand outside to wave her down.  Then, while I was waiting for her, I realised I need to go take my mountain of pills, so I came in to do that, and heated up some stroganoff to have with them.  And she still wasn’t here, so I took my dinner outside to go eat it while I waited.

And then, I saw it.  There was no tow truck.  It was my grandfather’s pickup, slowly inching its massive weight around the corner, with my aunt’s car behind it on a chain, going WHUMP CLUNK WHUMP.  And I’m watching this, absolutely aghast, as she rolls down the window to the pickup and leans out, shouting for me to go meet them in the alley.  Not sure how to argue with that, I took my dinner downstairs and stood in the alley, pointing to the two empty spaces in the carport, making it very clear that they have to park in #6, becausee #5 will get angry at us if we take her spot.  So, they CLUNK WHMP CLUNKed their way down the alley, and stopped just outside of my space.

And that’s when it began.  They needed to get into the engine, so my uncle went to open the hood, and… nothing.  All that CLUNKING and WHUMPING as the car was being pulled it ways it was never meant to be pulled twisted the latch, and the hood was stuck closed.  I’m standing, trying to tell my aunt about all the fun medical testing I’ve got to look forward to, and what it may mean for me in the long term, while my uncle and my grandfather have come up with a 2×4, a broom handle, and a tire iron, which they are using to beat the holy living hell out of the car.  Somehow, this managed to work, and they got into the engine, only they seemed to have forgotten about whatever it was they were doing in there in the first place, because now priority number one was fixing the latch.  Which the just beat up with the same 2×4, broom handle, and tire iron.  Eventually, the problem was solved by my uncle just putting the 2×4 down so the hood couldn’t latch.

Now, we had to get the car into Robin Hood’s parking space, and it’s lucky he’s at work right now, and that the space is empty.  So, they put me behind the wheel, and they all decided to push it into the spot, only… there’s a little hill, just steep enough to keep you from pushing your car into the carport.  I hadn’t even noticed it before, but it’s definitely there.

So, then what?  Well, my uncle looked at the situation, and decided that, yes.  Let’s put the chain on the BACK of the car, and then tow it in a parallel fashion, using #5’s empty spot, into my spot.  I took video of this shit, because idk, I felt like videotaping someone getting horrendously killed, I guess (nobody actually got killed, which is kind of surprising).

See?  Bad.

And after all that, we finally got it in, and still had to push the rest of the way, since the truck wouldn’t go far enough into the space.  And because they spent so much time trying to start a car that wouldn’t start, the battery was dead, and by now it was getting dark, so they needed to jump the car to turn on the light so they could get all their stuff. And then, with it all loaded into Grandpa’s truck, and Grandpa back out in the alley, my uncle decided that maybe we should push the car out a little bit, since it was right on the line, and might annoy #5.  With, with a nose that low, we were trying to push from the front, and utterly failing, and my uncle was pissed off because we were laughing at how much the car was just not going to move.  So of course, he puts his foot out, and manages to push the car back on his own, which just annoyed him even more.  And then, as he was getting out, he went to hit the locks, and… the battery was dead again.  So Grandpa had to get that massive damn truck back into the carport to give my uncle a second jump.  While that was going on, I finally asked what was actually wrong with the car, and what the plan for tomorrow is.

It’s either the fuel filter, in which case, fine.  They’ll be out of here in ten minutes, and I won’t even realise they were here at all.  Or, it’s the fuel pump, in which case they will be here all day, so I’ll probably wind up buying them lunch or something.

So, that was my evening.

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The topic of fic archives has been coming up on meme a lot lately, particularly in relation to how difficult it is to actually find the fic you want to find.  Some people suggested browsing the bookmarks of authors they like, but that’s really no guarantee that you’ll find anything you want, either.

So, here’s the Collection Initiative. AO3 has collections, but they mostly seem to be used for exchanges and fests.  If you’re a collection maintainer for one whose sole purpose is to just collect fic for a similar theme, I invite you to list your collection at the DW community, and spread the word for others to do so as well.

Hopefully, we can get the ball rolling, and bring back those fic archives and character-specific LJ comms of yore.


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WIP Post

Mar. 31st, 2016 07:47 am
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Little something I’m working on.  About four hours in so far, because I’m slow as balls.  Probably got at least another two left before I’m even done inking.


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As I was on my way to the supermarket across the street, my clinic called and asked if I could be in there at 3pm.  I said sure, skipped the supermarket, and walked down to the clinic.  Which was kind of dumb, because I then got to walk ten blocks in the heat, wearing a hoodie.  So I was pretty gross by the time I got there.  But I got poked at some more, and my test results from last week got examined.  There are some abnormalities in some of them, but normal abnormalities, I guess.  They weren’t in the “perfect” range, but they weren’t off by enough to mean anything.  

But after some more poking and considering, I was given a referral for neurology, for a nerve study, which will either confirm and exclude the doctor’s theories that it might be neuropathy.  They’re gonna call me tomorrow to schedule it, and boy, I’m not looking forward to that.  At the same time, it’s an answer?  Maybe? I mean, any diagnosis was probably never going to be a nice one, but I guess there are worse that could have come up.  In the meantime, I am to take a mountain of ibuprofen with every meal, so I stopped at the teryaki shack across the street before stopping into the supermarket to get the milk and cream cheese I needed, along with the mountain of ibuprofen I’ve been prescribed.

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It’s probably missing.  I can’t figure out how to make it so links and multiple images cross-post.  It’s all done through post-by-email, which for some reason strips out all my links, and only ever gives you the first image in a post.

So if you’re reading on LJ or DW, you can always get the full post by clicking on the crosspost link at the bottom.  

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I can’t believe how big my potato is already.  I moved it to a bigger home today, and it was already becoming pot bound.  It’s barely been in there more than a week.  Damn, potato.

Look at how big it is already though.  It’s probably going to outgrow this pot as well, but I’ve got a little more time to find a properly big one.  Then when the potato’s done, I’ll probably find a tree to plant or something.

Also finished the drawing I’ve been working on forever.  I’ve been playing around with OBS and livestreaming on Picarto, as well as starting up a YouTube channel for time lapses.  I call them speedpaints, but they’re not, really.  Speedpainting is far beyond the realm of my ability.

It didn’t turn out as nice as I’d have liked, but I got way too ambitious with it, and burnt out really quickly.  Multiplying shadows from three light sources sounded like a fun idea, but it was just hell.  Pure hell.  I’m gonna let that one sit in the back of my mind for a while before trying again.

If you want to see the last few hours of work, condensed into 20 minutes, click here.

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I haven’t been doing any shopping lately, on account of everything else going on right now, so pickings in the house are kind of scarce.  Robin Hood was grumbling about being hungry, and eating all my snacks, so I told him to make dinner.  He didn’t want to, on account of there not being much in the house and I guess he’s not feeling super creative, so I offered him macaroni, or hamburger helper.  He HATES macaroni, and got mildly offended that I even offered it, but tbh, I offered it because I know he hates it, and I wanted to irritate him.

So I got up, started browning the hamburger (which is the one thing we do have in abundance, thanks to Winco), and pulled out the box from the cupboard.

See, I knew we had a box of hamburger helper in the cupboard.  What I did know know is that it was cheeseburger macaroni.  Which is pretty much exactly what I’d have done if I’d made macaroni.  Beef, peas, macaroni and cheese.  Done.  Guess what we’re having for dinner?

Then I asked what else he wanted with his macaroni, while he was grumbling at me about it.  He asked what we have to drink.  We have Sunny-D.  Which he may be allergic to.

I told him maybe he should have made his own dinner so this could have been avoided, and then threatened to make meatloaf tomorrow.  So now he’s ignoring me.

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You can find it here.


LJ/DW will have to copy/paste.

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These threads come up on deviantART from time to time, and it always amazes me to see the improvement and stagnation in other artists.  Somehow, miraculously, I still have a drawing from I think 2002.  So I put it next to the most recent drawing I finished, which was done some time last year.  I was wrong.  Apparently I didn’t finish anything last year, and it’s from 2014.  So, twelve years of improvement.  Are you ready to see it?

Damn.  Just… damn.  I kind of want to do a “re-draw it” challenge now.  Just to see what Mario and Luigi would look like today.

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I’ve actually been drawing.  Because drawing seems to be just about the only activity I can handle.  I’d forgotten all about the Picarto account I have, so I dusted that off and did a little bit of streaming tonight. I was working on something I’ve been working on for about a month, but this is the point I got it up to:

I’m trying something a little daring with it.  Three-point perspective, with multiple light sources.  Not something I’ve done properly before, so we’ll see how it goes.  I’m hoping, more than anything else, that the lighting makes this a little more interesting, because compositionally, it’s a bit boring, I think.

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I’m streaming right now, since it seems like drawing is actually an okay thing to do. I probably still won’t last long, but you can watch me draw for a while at least. 


(You’ll have to copy and paste on LJ/DW.)

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I feel like I need an alpha reader for my WIP Big Bang fic, which is Midgard Legends.  I’m not looking for anyone to make corrections or anything, since I’m only working on the first draft, and I don’t do any editing on the first pass.  I mostly just need someone to read and cheerlead, since I can’t post new chapters as I go.

If you have iCloud access, that would be nice, since I write in Pages.  (All you need is an Apple ID; you can access it on any device with a browser.)  I can move it over to Gdocs if you would prefer, but I won’t be able to do that very often, since Gdocs lags like hell on my iPad.

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Current WIPs

How to Train Your Norse Trickster God

Tasertricks. Darcy's Stockholm syndrome adventure.

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When the Dust Settles

Thor and Loki are both banished to Midgard.

Individual Chapter Notes

I've set myself a goal of 365,000 words for 2016, either fanfic or original fic. I'll update this as I think to.

84,698 / 365,000


I'm also aiming for a million words overall:

902,870 / 1,000,000


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