Guess who made more pixel art! Let’s call it…
Emerald Necklace
Inspiring right. I was just going to make a gemstone for my profile pic and now I have 16 pixels of gemstone and 240 pixels of background. But hey, it works.
P.S. Even I type this, the doubt creeps in and my perfectionism demands that I make changes. I refuse. I have signed it. It is finished.
Rules: Post the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues/interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or I will tell you something about it!
My WIPs:
Embers
Osira
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Professor Brawnen
Iced CFVY
To Challenge the Sun
Don’t Dream Too Far
A Transitionary Period
Atalanta Shrugged
Thymus Vulgaris
Getting your Bearings
Adventures in the Elements
Hero Syndrome
Most of these are RWBY fics, but there’s a fair amount of BNHA content as well. (I’ve found it easier to write for, thought I’m not sure why.)
Tagging @im-the-king-of-the-ocean and anyone else who wants to play, if you’re up for it!
I HAD A THOUGHT!
What if the HCBBS (Not the HermitCraft Big Booty Society) Has NOTHING to do with the button but looks like it because it’s trying to lure in the hermits since whoever this is may know that the button was a big thing on the server and ended suddenly. What if they’re trying to bait them with the “return of the button” but when the countdown ends, their will be a vicious plot
I mean a lot of the hermits think its the bitton and took the bait
my sister severely sprained her wrist and because it’s not broken she’s upset with herself for “wasting the doctor’s time” like… come on… that’s what doctors DO
:D Oh my goodness!!! It be a week till my birthday!!!!! Imma be a 16 year old this is dope.
Anyone else just LOVE filling out worksheets? Like in middle school I would get a math worksheet or a conjugation chart and my brain would go buck wild like yes bitch fill in those blanks easy answers here’s your happy chemical give me MORE
your smile cracks open like a can of peaches and i can’t help but feel grateful for the sweetness it brings. i can taste it, just on the corner of my lips, hovering around the skin on my cheeks.
your hair goes honey in the sunlight and suddenly i don’t mind the daytime so much. i used to cringe away from the words other people spoke but i think about getting the things you say to me tattooed on my body until my skin is all ink and my heart is all healed.
there you go, all syrup and white wine and i could never resent someone for being so beautiful. grinning like the midnight in late july and washing away any sentiment the rain pushed onto my skin. you’d make sinners repent with one word from a honeydew lip.
There’s a lot of appreciation out there for solar eclipses, as there should be. But let’s not forget to admire lunar eclipses. Instead of simply blocking the light, the moon itself becomes the spectacle as it turns a deep, bloody orange. As if it is a burnt-out sun of its own.
From now on, whenever I’m sad or need inspiration I’m going to look at pictures of Michelle Obama on January 20, 2021
