#☆any interaction is good interaction!!

[pushingdaisies1]

All of my M9  (main party) moodboards♡

ARTISTS:  @tiny-vermin​ (Mollymauk Tealeaf) -  @phi-guy (Beauregard Lionett) -  @casukaga (Yasha Nydoorin) -  @c-kiddo (Caduceus Clay)-  @zakunni (Artagan/The Traveler , and Essek Thelyess) -  @squillflower-art (Jester Lavorre) -  @elkk-en​ (Fjord Tusktooth) -  @merildae (Caleb) -  @deerlordhunter (Marion Lavorre) -  @suraelis (Kingsley Tealeaf)

ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ (Marion and Artagan) :

Hope you guys like these! I’ll be making more in the future for the requests I get. Again , Im planning on using these to replace the gifs (etc) I use for headcannon’s/oneshots/fic content. More will definitely come in the future , especially for the other campaigns/oneshots. I’m thinking of doing some for either bells hells , vox machina , or ones for crown keepers :3c If you guys would like to send in a request for some good ol (m9/critical role) writing , my inbox is open! You can find it , along with my request guidelines/rules on my blog♡ Speaking of requests , Im finishing up an Artagan request that was recently sent in. Im super excited to finish it , I have so many ideas for it lolololol. Along with that one , I am doing one for Kingsley (original work) and another for mighty nein as a whole (request)! Both of them I’m as well super excited to finish haha. Love you guys so much , have a beautiful day , and make sure to check out my inbox if you’re interested in requesting. They are indeed , open ♡(｡- ω -)

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[buttercupshands]

can you even call it a warm up if I'm going to bed without drawing anything big

and a sketch I made while sitting in the park today

[mentalmeles]

"Let's go show em what a couple of kids from Brooklyn can do!"

I am very excited to finally have a teamup for Steve and Bucky, if you can't already tell. And it's called Stars Aligned?? They truly are star crossed lovers, fr fr

[strangerhawke]

i love love love love seeing tma/malevolent crossovers but i personally think arthur lester and jonathan sims would Dislike each other. there are so many things they COULD bond over but i genuinely think they'd just find the other petulant. they'd be pleasant enough at first but if they had to solve a problem together it would be mayhem. theyre both stubborn and strong willed and make mistakes like breathing.

arthur: we can't just sit on our fucking thumbs and wait for the opportunity to pop up jon: so we should just stride in with no information whatsoever, should we? i thought you were a private investigator arthur: if our only chance for getting more information is going there, what choice do we have? jon: there has to be something else we can find on it first - arthur: right. well you do that, and I'll go find out for myself. jon: oh for - fine. lets just walk straight into a trap, shall we? should i inform you of any holes in the floor as we go? arthur: how did you fucking know about that jon: .....what? arthur: about. about falling into - never mind jon: ....... jon: you've had 8 falls. are you clumsy or do you have no spatial awareness arthur: i'm pretty sure those are the same thing. jon: stop avoiding the question

[castorfell]

Banging my fists on the table THERE SHOULDVE BEEN MORE OF THEM!!!!!! GIVE ME MORE BABY OLD MEN !!!!

[hplonesomeart]

@eliscz Uh UH I caved in and started drawing fanart of them

I know the Behind the Broadcast AU is mostly for spin-off indulgent sillies, but you have a real strong grasp on how to adapt Puzzles character attributes + modifying the designs to better reflect the story you established (seriously the coat does wonders. Puzzle glowup fr). A lot of impressive creativity that’s packed into it! Character banter is one of my favorite things in any form of storytelling. I continually root for them as the best romantic pairing ever, thank you for the daily serotonin boost

[manonamora-if]

The 100% Good Twine SugarCube Guide!

The 100% Good Twine SugarCube Guide is a coding guide for the SugarCube format of Twine. It is meant as an alternative to the SugarCube documentation, with further explanations, interactive examples, and organised by difficulty. The goal of this guide is to make the learning curve for new SugarCube user less steep, and provide a comprehensive and wide look over the format.

VIEW / DOWNLOAD THE GUIDE!!!!

The Guide is compartmentalised in (currently) four categories:

THE BASICS or the absolute basics to start with SugarCube. No need for extra knowledge. Just the base needed to make something.

THE BASICS + adding interactivity, and creating a fully rounded IF game May require a bit of CSS knowledge (formatting rules)

INTERMEDIATE MODE adding more customisation and complex code Will probably require some CSS knowledge, and maybe some JavaScript

ADVANCE USE the most complex macros and APIs Will surely require some JavaScript/jQuery knowledge

Note: The Advanced Use includes all the APIs, macros, and methods not covered by the previous categories. This includes code requiring very advance knowledge of JavaScript/jQuery to be used properly.

Each category explains many aspects of the format, tailored to a specific level of the user. More simpler explanations and examples are available in earlier chapters, compared to the later ones.

If something is unclear, you found a mistake, you would like more examples in the guide, or would like a feature covered, let me know!

The Guide currently covers all macros (as of SugarCube v.2.37.3), all functions and methods, and APIs. It touches upon the use of HTML, CSS, JavaScript and jQuery, when relevant. It also discusses aspects of accessibility.

The Guides also provides a list of further resources, for the different coding languages.

The Guide is available in a downloadable form for offline view:

HTML file that can be opened in Twine

.tw file that can be opened in Twine

source code, separating the chapters, .js and .css files

GITHUB REPO | RAISE AN ISSUE | TWINE RESOURCES TWEEGO | TEMPLATES | CSCRIPT 2 SG GUIDE

Twine® is an “an open-source tool for telling interactive, non-linear stories” originally created by Chris Klimas maintained in several different repositories (Twinery.org). Twine is also a registered trademark of the Interactive Fiction Technology Foundation.

SugarCube is a free (gratis and libre) coding format for Twine/Twee created and maintained by TME.

VIEW / DOWNLOAD THE GUIDE!!!!

As of this release (v2.0.0), it is up to date with the version 2.37.3. If you are looking for the guide covering SugarCube 2.36.1, you can find it on my GitHub.

Note: the Guide is now complete. There won't be further substantial updates.

[hauntingjasper]

Chuuiickensnek (+headcanon design for Vinny)

[ryllen]

sHUT uP GuYS THEy AR e SO CUTEEee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[little-pup-pip]

Happy thanksgiving!!

[black-and-yellow]

The walk home from UA

[kurai-kurairin]

Kinda late but Happy April Fools

Funniest swap after Yi Sang-Outis I think, DonQui in Faust's body is so silly <3 I love her sm she was trolling everyone so hard and enjoying it

(Also these two remind me too much of 🎡 and 🎠's dynamics, even down to the damn hair colour and the way Faust wears her jacket-coat whatever. It makes me ill. /vvpos)

[afurtivecake]

it’s kind of funny that of all the coping mechanisms we’ve seen in aftg (mostly some combination of drugs, self-harm, violence and sex), neil’s coping mechanism of going for a long run plus the occasional cigarette, might be technically the healthiest. he even practices techniques to calm himself down regularly (counting).

[timefall-if]

i fear my hungry ass needs a snippet... preferably of M... or of black market medic MC... or both... pls and ty 🙇🏾‍♀️ (btw ur if is looking great and i cant wait to see where the story goes!)

M spits out blood, leaving a dark and wet spot on the floor. With one hand, they hold a can of cold beer at the back of their head, hissing at the feel of it and shutting their eyes tight.

The party had just finished when you walked in through the metal doors, and the mess still hadn't been taken care of yet. The walls are smeared with makeup and piss, unintelligible words written in bright lipstick and circled with smelly sprays of yellow. Cheap, ugly confetti lays sprinkled around chipped chairs, and there are a few strings of neon lights still flickering against the ceiling.

You're sitting next to M at the bar, pouring cheap vodka onto a napkin. You turn to them, holding your hand open, waiting for them to give you their other arm. M does so without so much as a glance in your direction, their eyes still closed and head thrown back.

“This will sting a bit,” you say, focusing on the deep scratches on their skin.

As soon as the alcohol touches their arm, M grunts. “Fuck …"

Their body tightens and limbs flex. You look up at them slightly, your stare fixed on their muscles. M's arms are greenly bruised, surely ugly and brutish to someone else's eye.

Not to you, though. Never to you.

"Like what you see?"

You wince at being caught eyeing your best friend. Were you so obvious?

Your back straightens and you meet M's bright green eyes for a moment. Their eyebrows are slightly raised, an insufferably teasing smirk playing on their lips.

"Shut up," you mumble, turning back to the vodka bottle and napkins on the bar counter.

The sound of M's raspy laugh makes the corners of your own mouth turn upward, your head shaking in both affection and exasperation at once. You grab your scissors and cut some white, soft gauze.

M closes their eyes again. "How'd you get all this stuff so quick, anyway?" they ask.

You snort. "Eh. Marek knows someone."

There is a beat of silence. Not uncomfortable or awkward, but there is something you have been meaning to ask, something that just keeps bugging you, and you know M could smell your curiosity from miles away.

You hesitate before moving your body in front of M again and starting to gently dress their wound. "So, wanna tell me what happened earlier?"

They sigh, "Besides getting my ass beat?"

Your mind drifts back to tonight's fight. The lights of the underground pit were bright in the centre, leaving the rest of the room almost dark. The crowd was loud and wild, crushing you, spit coming out their mouths as they yelled the name of the fighter they bet on, willing them to not let their audience lose their money.

M put up a good fight, they always do. They've fought against this opponent before too. Even though the guy was bigger and meaner, M had won every single time. Until tonight.

You don't know how it happened. One moment, M was pushing him into a corner, their fists coming up at the guy's head and hitting hard. Then their gaze slipped to the crowd and saw you, something in their eyes changing from wild and animalistic to vulnerable, then ambitious. Next second, you see M thrown on the floor, the impact knocking the air out of them. Their opponent started to blindly punch wherever his hands would land, though M kept fighting back, using their legs to hit the guy in the stomach.

But it wasn't enough. M kept sneaking glances at you, almost as if to check if you were still there. They were exhausted, bleeding from their nose, and definitely couldn't take any more hits. Marek stopped the fight and got the guy off M, but they couldn't meet your eyes anymore, not even once.

You keep your head down as you pull the gauze on M's arm tighter. "You were doing good, M. I saw you."

They shift in their chair, the metal screeching against the floor. Your hands work deftly at patching M's scratches, and your fingers linger on their skin just for a second too long. Then you let go.

But M's hand catches yours before you get a chance to turn around again, yet their eyes are still closed, head almost bowed.

"I was distracted."

"By what?"

M's eyes snap to you, finally holding your gaze for longer than ever tonight. Their brows furrow as they look at you, a scrunch between them that you move to slowly rub away with your thumb. Their stare is still trained on you—on your face, your eyes, your lips. They follow your every move, their breath hot on your skin. And you think you might know now what they were distracted by. Or more precisely, who.

They plop back into their seat, still holding your hand. "I just ... I don't know. You're right, I was doing good. And then I saw you in the crowd and I-"

M stops themselves, tongue scraping the inside of their cheek, trying to swallow back the words that are threatening to spill out of them without their permission.

"Doing good wasn't enough anymore. I wanted-fuck, I don't know what I wanted. To show you that I could do even better, I guess. And instead, I just fucking embarrassed myself."

This is what that was about? M wanting to prove themselves to you?

You tie a knot with the ends of the gauze strip, securing it on M's arm as you finish the job. They let go of your hand, allowing you to put your utensils back on the counter. You clean the scissors with agonisingly slow movements, feeling the sharp blades beneath the napkin. If you pressed slightly harder, they would cut you.

Once you're done, you sigh. The silence between the two of you stretches, heavy like a blanket. You pause before you turn to them, trying to catch their eye again, but they pointedly avoid your gaze.

Tsk. Frustrated, you grab M's face with both hands so they wouldn't be able to look anywhere else but at you. Their eyebrows raise as if they would've expected you to just let it go. They should know you better by now.

"You don't have to worry about that stuff with me, M. You're always the best. And I'll root for you ... even if you take a punch or two. Okay?"

They try to move their head from between your fingers, but you don't let them. You keep your hold firm, not breaking eye contact. "Okay?"

M looks at you and grabs your arms gently, their skin harsh but their touch as soft as a breeze. For a moment, you think they will push you away, whatever you said surely being the wrong thing.

But M keeps holding your arms instead, keeping them in place, your hands still on their face.

"... Okay."

[childrenofcain-if]

this goes without saying but i won’t hesitate to block/ban accounts who feel way too comfortable to be aggressive and hostile unprovoked. i don’t care what your issue is or if your grandma died yesterday, it’s not my responsibility to act like i’m your regular customer service assistant who’s going to baby you and go “i’m so sorry 😢” at every inconvenience you feel.

if you’re incapable of being civil, it’s not my responsibility to be on the receiving end of your hostility. if you have a major issue, drop me a DM or an ask, although i’m more likely to answer DMs since i get around 20 asks per day. i’m a law student who has to study as well as write this story, i have neither the patience nor the time to babysit you.

maybe you can find some other author to strongarm and feel nice abusing, but i’m not the one. i give y’all an inch and you take it a mile, take your audacity and shove it up your ass.