Lily - She/Her - artist - writer - multi fandom
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born to infodump forced to constantly worry if the other person actually cares or if im making sense or if i said something wrong or if im embarrassing myself or if they want me to stop talking or
Self-shipping life hack
Write your reminders as texts from your f/o
People used to comment on web comics.
People used to comment on fanfiction.
People used to comment on fanart.
People used to comment on OCs.
I hate "content" culture.
I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.
Day 5 - Expressions
Too lazy to ink so have some messy sketches
So excited for chapter 13! For once it's not angst! We're getting towards the part of the story I actually want to write. It's like when you have a specific scene in your head but first you have to fill in the gaps to even get there.
whats up
𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 🎐
I created some fun questions for your selfships! please do reblog and remember to have fun!
🍧 — if you has to put a label on your relationship with f/o, childhood sweetheart? married? tell me!
🔥 — who gets jealous easier?
💋 — if you two were a romance trope, what would it be?
🎂 — how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?
🧊 — who sings in the shower?
🔮 — who is more protective?
🩰 — who is the better dancer?
🎈— what is your most precious memory with them?
🐇 — what kind of pet do you think you could raise together with them?
💍— what is their view on marriage?
🎀 — do you have any matching clothes with them? If so, what does it look like?
🧸— favourite gifts from each other?
🌱 — how do you make up with each other after an argument?
🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?
❄️ — how would you spend Christmas with them?
🎃 — what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?
🌠 — if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?
📸 — do you have any photos of your f/o? do you use it as your wallpaper?
🫕 — camping together seems fun, who cooks and who set up the tent?
🍝 — do you two share your foods with each other? have you try feeding them yourself?
🔪 — if they were a yandere, would you still love them?
💄— what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?
💎 — if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?
🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?
🌹— if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?
🍒 — what would your contact names be for each other?
🏷️ — what is you and your f/o's ship name? how did you decide on that name?
⏳ — if you or your f/o travel back in time, is there anything that you want to change in your relationship? maybe some regrets for your actions towards the other in the past?
Reblogging since it's been added to
Masterlist ✨
Ledger!Joker x Reader Oneshots
Just The Way You Are - Joker paired with a reader self conscious about their weight/body
Dress Shopping - After y/n orders a dress that doesn't fit, her insecurities about her body take over. Luckily Joker knows just what to do to help. Part 2 for Just The Way You Are
Exhaustion - J comes home from work tired and covered in blood. You help him relax and get some rest.
Curls - J and the reader bond over their shared hair type.
Home from the Psych Ward - Joker has been in Arkham for the past month. He escaped two days ago and after the horrible treatment comes home to you sick and miserable. You nurse him back to health.
My Everything - Y/n is killed by one of Joker’s many enemies and as we can all predict, J loses his everloving mind.
Your Scars Are Part of You - J comes home from work one night feeling unusually self conscious about his looks. You do everything you can to help him feel better - short fluff drabble
Ledger!Joker Headcanons
Miscellaneous
J x Artist!Reader
J x 18 yo Reader
Christmas Headcanons
Music Headcanons/Ask Game
Pregnant!Reader and J as a Dad
Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth - Joker Origin Story - In Progress
Chapter 1: Jack
Chapter 2: Feels Better In My Head
Chapter 3: Leaving Home
Chapter 4: Desert Sands
Chapter 5: Hell On Earth
Chapter 6: Injury
Chapter 7: Discharged
Chapter 8: Life's Full of Surprises
Chapter 9: Gotham
Chapter 10: Nothing Is The Same
Chapter 11: I'll Take A Quiet Life
Chapter 12: Calloused Heart
Fire Meet Gasoline - Nolanverse!Harley Origin Story - Completed
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Chapter 2: Moving In
Chapter 3: Getting Closer
Chapter 4: I don’t need help
Chapter 5: Harlequinade
Red Silk - Ledger!Joker x Nolanverse!Harley Oneshot
Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.
1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.
2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.
3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.
4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)
5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.
6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.
7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.
8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.
9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.
10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (⌒‐⌒)
Thanks for the ask!! 🥰
Cheese. Lots of it.
My favorite songs
J 💜
Button Pins
When I actually finish my WIPs 😀
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
Thank you for the tag @thepurpleprince 💜 ☺️
Picrew link
Uquiz link (How fandom would see you if you were a fictional character)
Ummm what 😅 If you say so
Tagging: @alittlesmartcookie @thenumberofthebeast666 @into-crazy
Tagged by: @mythicamagic
Make this picrew of yourself
Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)
because of Course I am.
Tagging: @subway-dove @elysabeththequeene @t3acupz @devilatelier and anyone else who wants a go
no but really, like
i know that some folks love telling creative people that “you should be doing it for fun because you love it not for the compliments” but creative people thrive on feedback whether it’s critical or just complimentary
so when i write fanfiction and don’t get any actual feedback i feel like i spent all that time and energy doing it for nothing because i’m not getting feedback from the people i wrote it for
doing something you’re proud of and then presenting it to the sound of utter silence is like the worst feeling on earth
Bro how do some of y'all manage to write 10k+ word oneshots and chapters for your fics??? I struggle to get to the 2-3k range 😭
Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth
Ledger!Joker Origin Story
Chapter Twelve - Calloused Heart
Warnings: Self harm
Chapter Summary: Things keep getting worse and worse for Jack. He does something horribly unexpected one night and leaves the apartment to get some air. He discovers that outside things aren't much better than they are for him.
Author's Note: This took way too long. And I don't think it's even that good for the amount of time I spent on it. Oh well. Staying at home this week due to the storm has certainly helped me get things done. Anyway, we are getting closer and closer to Jack's complete transformation. Just 4 more chapters. I can't wait for the ending! 😈
Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @furisodespirit
If you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know! <3
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Another year passed and still things did not improve. They had in fact gotten much worse.
Every day it was the same old same old. Yet Jack was starting to feel like everything was getting increasingly out of control by the day.
Tonight, he sat at his kitchen table, his mind wandering and his eyes distant. He held an apple and a knife in his hands. He was supposed to slice it and have a snack before he went on his nightly run but something had distracted him from the task, causing him to sit in silence, lost in thought.
He finally snapped out of his daze and placed the apple on the table for him to cut. He sliced it into halves and went from there. When he was done, he looked down at the sharp knife in his hands and the shimmer on the blade. Mesmerized, he twisted the knife around his fingers and played around with it.
Back when he was deployed and everyone was sitting around bored with nothing better to do, some of the other soldiers would do that knife trick from Aliens to some poor private that didn’t know any better. Jack would always watch from afar and laugh to himself.
He continued fidgeting with the knife, reminiscing about the past and mulling over his current situation. Sometimes he just liked to sit and think.
Then impulsive thoughts took over all at once.
Jack didn’t know what came over him. What happened next was all a blur afterwards. All he could think about was how he wanted to feel something again. What would just a little pressure on his arm feel like? Maybe a little more?
Before he knew it, there were two angry slashes and red trickles of blood across his forearm. He gasped faintly as he realized what he was doing and threw the knife down, rushing to the bathroom. He found bandages in the cabinet and began frantically cleaning up the wounds, dousing them with peroxide.
Jack was starting to feel the pain now that the initial high of the adrenaline had worn off. It burned and spread across his arm like wildfire. Tears pricked his eyes. What the hell was he thinking?
Thankfully the cuts weren’t too deep. He dressed them with bandages and not long after went back into the kitchen. He stared down in disbelief at the bloody knife discarded on the table. This was a new low.
“I’m so fucking tired…” He said to no one in particular, rubbing his weary eyes.
He decided that in order to clear his head and ward off those harmful thoughts, he needed to go get some fresh air. After all he still had that run to do.
Throwing on a brown flannel over the black long sleeve shirt and worn out gray slacks he was wearing, Jack grabbed his keys and out the door he went. The January night air was crisp and sharp. It burned through his lungs as he took off running.
He slowed to a light jog as he moved into a busy area. The streets were alive with activity. Groups of people walked briskly from place to place. Being a Friday night, which Jack had totally forgotten, businesses in Gotham were booming.
Jack kept his head down as he went, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He chose to take a side street and get out of that mess. Weekends were never a good time to go for a night run.
Leaving the busy side of town, he entered a quiet street with little traffic or nightlife. The few people that were out were usually homeless or like Jack and just wanted to go outside for a bit.
As he passed an alleyway, an older man jumped out in front of him. Jack flinched, a little startled. The man wore a blue beanie, a tattered heavy jacket, and jeans nearly torn to shreds. He pawed at Jack’s arm desperately.
“Can you spare me a few bucks, son?” The man asked.
Jack felt horrible. If had any money with him, he would have given him some.
“Sorry man, I don’t have any cash on me.”
“Oh. That’s alright. Sorry I bothered ya.”
The man turned away and walked back to his spot in the alleyway. Jack saw his ‘homeless veteran’ sign laying next to the pile of blankets he was sitting on and felt even worse. Maybe he would see him again when he had some money.
The further through the city Jack went, the worse things got. The streets were trashed and dimly lit. He passed another alleyway and caught a glimpse of a man shoved against the wall being mugged. The man looked utterly terrified. Jack quickened his pace and chose not to get involved. The mugger looked like he might have a gun.
Jack finally stopped at an intersection and looked out at the rest of the dismal city. He figured out pretty fast that this run was not going to benefit his already fragile state.
It isn’t any better out here than it is inside. He thought with a sigh.
He made a mental note to never go this way on his runs again. Instead of turning around, he took another route home and ran with a quicker pace so he could get home faster. He slowed down as he got closer to his building and paused to catch his breath.
Jack trudged up the stairs back to his apartment, defeated. He didn’t know what to do. Nothing was helping him feel any better. He tossed his keys carelessly on the counter as he entered, flipping on the dim kitchen light.
He grabbed his journal off the shelf and sat down at the table, opening to a new page. He sketched the homeless old man he encountered and the mugging he witnessed in pen to make it look more rugged. Above the drawings he wrote down his stirred up thoughts about the whole situation. After the brain dump, he sat back and read over his work, shaking his head at himself.
Here he thought all of these problems he was having would somehow disappear. It seemed utterly hopeless now that he saw the state of the rest of the world. Wars, increased violence, poverty…
He would have to tough it out just a little longer and hope things miraculously got better. It wasn’t looking likely. How could he ever expect to recover from the horrors in a world that was so dark and cruel?
Jack closed his journal and stood up with a grunt, placing it back on the shelf. He moved into the living room, took off his flannel, and kicked off his shoes, throwing them on the floor. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to yet again pass the time, skipping through the channels.
The evening news popped up. They were talking about the fighting in the Middle East. Jack wanted to turn it off so bad but something made him keep it on. The images on the screen nearly jumped out at him. He was there in the hot sandy desert reliving it all over again. Witnessing death and destruction.
The media made the soldiers seem like such heroes and patriots. Jack didn’t feel like that at all. He thought back to that little girl in the village where they had the firefight. He may not have done anything directly but he was there. He contributed.
New outlets and political campaigns glorified war. If they had actually experienced it themselves right in the thick of it, they wouldn’t be doing that.
Jack felt his blood boil, a deep hatred and rage brewing inside him. He threw the remote across the room as hard as he could. It struck the wall and cracked the plastic, breaking it into several pieces. The anger melted away. Destroying that remote was weirdly satisfying to watch.
But then the satisfaction faded and he came to his senses. Why did he just do that? Did that help anything? No.
He sighed, disappointed in himself, and got up to shut the TV off. He turned back to the batteries and scattered bits of plastic on the floor, embarrassed at how immature he just acted. Hastily he swept up the mess and threw it away so he didn’t have to look at it anymore.
There was nothing left to do now but go to bed and get some rest. Jack knew that was nearly impossible these days. Still, he had to at least try.
So Jack walked into his bedroom and stripped off into just his boxers. He crawled into bed, nestled under the covers, and turned off the lamp on the nightstand beside him, closing his eyes and beginning to drift off.
Heh. I’m gonna need a new remote.
I love J so much 🥹
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