#((so here we go. wahoo))

[bacchuschucklefuck]

cannot fucking believed this is what I've landed on for class swap fabian and adaine motif-wise I love it here

[iustitians]

A Father's Day Off

By now, he can be safely certain that he has lost all the eyes that were attempting to follow him. This one tabloid writer was particularly pesky today, but the Iudex has centuries of practice in the art of vanishing into thin air without letting his “opponent”, for lack of a better term, realize that he was aware of their presence. Between curious onlookers, stubborn journalists and the Fatui, it works like a charm, every time without fail, much to their frustrations. He, for his part, takes no satisfaction in doing this. Yes, he dislikes attention, and does not appreciate being followed, either. But above all else, he must ensure the safety of those he watches over.

By the time he could be spotted again, it is already near the Statue of the Seven in Elynas, a place few visit and fewer still attempt to make their home, due to the terrain – eroded remains of a monster, or an alleged one, anyway – being unstable to this day, so much so that an old aquabus project for this area ended in failure, and any other hopes of establishing human settlements in the area were also dashed. But, perhaps, that is for the best. It means his wards can live in peace.

Neuvillette offers Focalors a nod in greeting as he passes by her likeness. Though he and the Archons are destined to end up on opposing sides regardless of his personal feelings, and his opinion on her is not crystal clear either, he does hold respect for the work they have done and still do, and does not mind showing it.

Unhurried steps take him to the small, inconspicuous pond nearby. He walks forward silently until his feet touch the water, until it is up to his knees, his waist – and then he vanishes beneath the surface, leaving behind no trace, not even the slightest wave. His disappearance successful, he quietly dives into the depths, accompanied by nothing but a few fish and the sound of rushing water in his ears. Before long, he reaches the bottom – and then shoots upwards with one fluid motion; leaping out of the pond’s other end, one shrouded in darkness, and plummeting into the hidden world below.

(He does, sometimes, wonder how someone like Mr. Freminet has not found this place. Could it be because he prefers to dive in the wide open sea, which holds an exit, but allows no entry? Or is it possible that he simply has not looked, preferring to keep the hidden village in his heart as a dream?)

(Neuvillette knows that dreams and fantasies are important to humans, even if he doubts he could ever understand the reasoning behind this. Why do they put so much hope in what they don’t know or don’t believe is real?)

(He will not ask or pry, so perhaps he shall never know. And that is fine.)

The whispers of the gentle breeze that ruffled his hair on the surface is replaced by the humming of calm, little creeks that flow through the remains of what once was a living, breathing organism. One that simply wished to love and be loved in return, but for some beings in this world, even that is too high a luxury to ask.

He huffs at the thought. Some Fontainians would consider such a statement to be heresy, but when one thinks about it, Elynas and Egeria had more in common than one would expect.

He lands safely on the crystallized remains of what used to be a blood vessel, and from there, another jump takes him safely to the ground. Once he has arrived, he spends a moment to greet Elynas, silently paying respects to his heart. Though he has never heard his voice the way the Melusines used to do, that is no reason to be disrespectful towards their parent and his host. A Hydro Crystalfly comes to him, landing on his outstretched fingers, as though to give him a greeting of his own. He watches it for a moment, motionless, unwilling to chase it away – until it eventually flies off on its own, heading to wherever its fleeting life may lead.

Water splashes under his feet as he continues on his way, heading into the small, easy to miss tunnel, concealed behind greenery. He still remembers when he stumbled upon this place the very first time, when he surveyed the aftermath of the fateful battle between the Marechaussee Phantom and the Narzissenkreuz Ordo. Who would have thought that from such a tragedy could emerge something as precious as what he found that day. He reminisces about it wordlessly, smiling faintly to himself as he does, his fond expression concealed by the darkness around him.

That is, until the glowing plants reveal a familiar face ahead of him, causing his smile to widen, just as she notices him and waves cheerfully to him as she runs towards him.

“Monsieur Neuvillette! Hello there! Have you come to visit?”

“Of course. How have you been, Cosanzeana?”

“I’m good, and my garden is doing great, too! Come on – let’s go to the village together!”

Her hand slides into his, and they walk side by side the rest of the way, which is not long at all. Within minutes, the murky greens surrounding them give way to the familiar blue and purple light, and soon they emerge out of the tunnel and into the greatest opening within Elynas:

Merusea Village, the place often found in human fairytales, and yet no less real than any other.

Cosanzeana runs ahead, joyfully announcing his arrival to everyone, and within moments, Neuvillette finds himself being greeted by all residents of the upper floor. Serene, the eldest sister, greets him first before running off to the waterway, heading to the lower level to let the others know about his visit. Laughter and cheer follow as he takes his time to say hello to each and every one of them. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette! It’s been a while! Have you been well?”

“Thank you, I’m good. I hope everyone here has also been well.”

“Monsieur Neuvillette! Did you bring us more tokens like you promised?”

“Of course, here they are.”

“Monsieur Neuvillette! I’ve completed my practice for the Marechaussee Phantom exam, could you check it for me?”

“Naturally. Show me what you’ve done and we’ll go through everything.”

“Monsieur Neuvillette! We found this new book, could you tell us what it’s about?”

“Another book in the wreckage, you mean? Let me take a look.”

Lively chatter erupts all around him, matters big and small that piled up in his absence are brought to his attention, all while he gives out hugs and pats heads, smiling all the while. Minutes quickly turn into hours, but he pays time little heed, as do Melusines themselves. The celebration and the joy of his visit lasts well into the night. It will not be until dawn breaks on the surface that he will once more bid them farewell, already with the promise of their next meeting.

There is much that he can say humans taught him, and more still that he gives credit for to the Melusines. Among those important truths of life is one that has, for centuries now, shone brighter than any other for him:

However busy one is, it is important to take time to visit with family.

[mirror-to-the-past]

Aw HELL YEAH, BABYYY

[tinta--branca--art]

Some doodles of @badly-drawn-doflamingo's OC Borne from tonight bc his design lives rent free in my head

[yuukimiyas]

hello hello sweet friends in my phone!! ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა & a v happy weds to you!! <33 i hope may has been showing you sm love so far & that the magic continues throughout the month!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ have the best day EVER!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also tbt but shoutout to the way this one tweet of mine got these Likes trickling in from randos, dunno why this one in particular but win that it was one that outright says Autistic. and taylor mason loyalist / understander

truly in this and any other glimpses it's o7 & warms my heart that there's other absolute randos who are Nonplussed about billions re: winston, that is, they too understand him as a person in the world of the story & from that perspective respond to material like "uh"

[peachybuggames]

sooo ive finally gotten around to (binge) playing bug fables after years of knowing of/having it and ive made it very far in!!! like 32+ hours im (minimal/very vauge spoiler ahead) just past the giants lair, actually! speaking of the giants lair, i just have ooone statement when it comes to it:

what the FUCK what the actual FUCK!!!!!

[pinkstilettos-onmyface]

My girlfriend is moving into my house tomorrow

[defiant-firefly]

I know it's strike days now so there's a huge focus on boosting Palestinian voices, but I just wanted to share that we finally got my mum in to be checked for cancer today and the doctors said there's nothing to worry about! She's in the clear! Mum's gonna be okay! The relief is HUGE you've no idea!!!

[sevastiel]

Tell a story for long enough, and it gains a life of its own.

Introducing my personal monkie oc, Ink! (It/he/they)

This is his second redesign, and I still need to work out his full fur patterning and things, but as a core concept they're rather stable. Base lore below!

Ink is a demon of story, created from tales that mortals would spin of the four celestial monkies and their exploits. Not every retelling of the Monkey King's story was the same, not every shrine quite agreed every happening. Chapters were added, or removed, and the creativity spread past reality and into fiction. Past that border, things quietly spiraled. Where the fiction was worshipped and retold, it didn't quite reach the Monkey King, nor the Six Eared Macaque, nor the Red Faced Baboon, nor the Long armed Gibbon. It created something new, a being that existed completely on the border of reality, heeding the prayers meant for beings who would never hear them. Over time, it grew past this original creation, pulling every bit of power from any fiction it could find into itself.

Its powers almost completely shift depending on who summons them, the belief in its existence feeding its strength, with the exclusion of just one. Given a brush, or perhaps simply his fingers or tail, they can use their own body as ink to paint anything they can visualize into reality. Furthermore, it records tales told to it, keeping extensive recreations of every tale it could ever find. Every writing made in ink, and more, although engravings seem to confuse the being. At times it records things such as the movements of bugs chewing through wood, believing them to be written stories as well. Every recording it creates gains a life of its own, in a way. One could get lost in what he makes, drawn into the very idea and soul of the stories themselves. Perhaps, some may say, this is where the scrolls of memory came from.

--

Personality wise, Ink is rather shy! It doesn't speak much unless spoken to, preferring to watch and listen, and his name was actually chosen by the first human to ever summon him. When it asked what it was, long before its form had solidified, they were told that they looked to be Ink. And thus, its name was chosen! He'd rather leave than risk a fight, with no reason to really hold onto pride. Honestly, why bother? It has more than enough evidence of exactly what fruits pride brought, and its being wasn't diminished in the least by avoiding conflict. However, if it is summoned as a warrior or guardian, then a warrior or guardian it will be. They are exactly as ferocious as they are thought to be, and the core of their existence is still a quiet, malleable thing. Not that it minds.

[joshuaalbert]

tbh i do think changeling jack would have been a better option like. first of all i think just actually sticking to the changeling plot, rather than the antagonists being the changelings and the borg in an alliance that i guess doesn’t not make sense but ultimately brushes aside the changeling stuff at the end probably would have been better, but i also think there’s some potentially interesting stuff in there. again with the caveat that this is kind of operating off of like...not totally changing the setup but trying to do something better with the same beginning.

like ok loose concept 20 years prior to ep 1 beverly picks up this kid while she’s on a mission in the wake of the dominion war and initially doesn’t know he’s a shapeshifter or anything, just that he’s a child who needs help. he’s on her ship for a while and she gets kind of attached to him, especially when he shows an early interest in medical stuff, but at some point she gets confronted by some subset of starfleet that’s after him, and it comes out that he’s a changeling who did something bad in an attempt to escape capture by starfleet and they’re here to take him back.

and like. she’s gotten to know him, and she feels protective of this kid and she believes he was genuinely acting out of fear and possibly reacting to mistreatment, whereas their charges seem. kind of questionable? they feel like the result of paranoia in the wake of the dominion war and she doesn’t trust the people that are going to bring him in to treat him fairly, and she’s already somewhat more disillusioned with starfleet than she used to be because she’s already lost one son to starfleet ideals and is starting to regard jack as another, so that questioning really gets kicked into overdrive here on a broader scale. she makes the choice to protect this kid that she’s gotten attached to and they escape, but they have to go on the run, and that’s why she’s been off the grid for so long. she raises him, and they do their medical thing, but eventually they run into trouble and she doesn’t know where else to turn, so she reaches out to picard and tells him not to involve starfleet (both because they’re potentially compromised but also because her trust in them is still not at an all time high)

and then also since that’s dealing with the dominion war and that story belongs to ds9 i would have loved to bring back sisko (probably like. as at least a 2-3 episode arc, one of which replaces the episode w/ro laren bc i love her and all but she deserved better and we could have made the points that were made there in other ways). like. put him face to face with picard for the first time since the ds9 pilot and have them reassess each other after this time. i don’t know exactly how i’d see that dynamic playing out but i think bringing them back together to try to negotiate a threat would be super interesting AND like. i would really love to see picard going to sisko for advice about fatherhood tbh. maybe picard has read jake’s work and is familiar with the fact that they have a very close relationship so in trying to bond with jack he realizes sisko could be a really good person to learn from, even if they’ve had personal struggles in the past (and even if they’re never like Friends now). idk feels like a way to bring sisko back in and give him some closure that would have worked thematically on multiple levels.

like idk i dont have a whole plot seeing as ive been thinking about this for. not very long. but by focusing more on the changeling plot and giving it personal relevance we can focus on questioning starfleet and the federation, and how having to question these things picard has dedicated his whole life to affects his identity, but ideally to me the conflict would be one that shows the potential for positive change.

[orcelito]

Oh yeah so for my UX design class. Our final project is creating some sort of app that links to a wearable fitness device. Like a fitbit. And my group's doing a lil tamagotchi thing, whatever. It's kind of dumb but this class is kind of dumb anyways. I suck it up and do it regardless so that I can graduate.

Anyways so we actually only came up with this idea on Monday lol. Barely done any work on it. But the guy in our group got a fuck ton of interviews yesterday for it, and thank GOD he did bc GUESS WHAT!!! The "check-in" that we had today that was Supposed to be the TA walking around to talk to groups ended up beinggggg INFORMAL PRESENTATIONS!!!!!!!! And no one was fucking ready for it bc on Monday she'd asked for us to choose between presentations or individual discussions and we chose individual discussions. But I guess she decided to do presentations after all.

And well ok so I have a habit of being a little late to this class every day. It's a 3 hour studio and so long as u get there within 15 mins they're chill about it. And today was extra sucky cause I got RAINED ON like pretty hard. Cold ass rain. My jeans were soaked. And well that sucked pretty hard.

But I walked in to find that they were doing PRESENTATIONS and I was like Aw Fuck. And see the thing is, 2 of my groupmates in that class are always *very* late. Like half an hour to an hour late, if they even show up at all. So I couldn't count on them. And my remaining groupmate is the quiet type, so I couldn't count on her either.

So I was like. Aw, fuck. It's up to me.

Sat there in the 5 or 10 mins I had while other groups were presenting to review the interview results from yesterday (I hadn't even looked at them yet 😭😭😭) and then I fuckin gave an informal presentation on the fly about our project that we Totally didn't start working on only 2 days ago (lol). And the thing is. Somehow???? We had the most work done out of the class?????? Most of them hadn't even done interviews yet 😭😭😭😭 like this is due on the 2nd and next week is Thanksgiving break 😭😭😭😭 there is NOT much time left!!!!!!!

But yeah I was riding that high of carrying that presentation for us. I'm so Fucking good at bullshitting.

[scover-va]

GOOD NEWS! FINALLY P-RANKED ALL OF PRELUDE AND ACT 1 SO I CAN FINALLY ATTEMPT THE MINOS PRIME FIGHT! BAD NEWS! I PROMISED MY GF SHE WAS GONNA WATCH ME FIGHT MINOS PRIME FOR THE FIRST TIME ON CALL! IT IS BOTH MIDNIGHT AND SHE IS ASLEEP! GUH!

[lev1athantwins2]

OP PLEAAASE draw your afro octoling more, she's so woman and makes me gay ty

afro octoling...

wait do u mean Murmadia??? yeah sure i can do something about that! she's actually an inktoling but yeah i can put something together

[lightseoul]

16 please 👀

Congrats btw for your 2K milestone!! 🎉 WAHOO

number 16, coming right up! thank you for playing and for the congratulations, lovely <3 i hope this one makes you laugh!

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

16. "I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY WIFE." (0.7k)

it’s probably by the tenth sigh of the night—not that anyone’s counting—that poor kaminari finally snaps.

“seriously, dude?”

bakugou, who’s seated across from him with kirishima and sero adjacent to the both of them, only lazily raises an eyebrow in question.

at that, the electric hero pouts. “at least try to pretend you’re having fun.”

a few feet ahead of them—the men collectively chose to be seated at the back of the small dive bar despite kaminari’s protests—the stand-up comedian currently doing a set cracks another joke. an undercurrent of laughter flows across the room, but none of the four contribute to that.

“sorry, denki,” sero starts, a not-so-apologetic expression plastered on his face. “i’m with bakugou on this one.”

the slim, ebony-haired man glances at the stage, “the jokes aren’t landing for me either.”

“aww, come on, you guys!” kirishima, the ever-unfailing saint that he is, pipes up with a borderline overcompensating grin. “let’s just stay for a while longer for denki, alright?”

sero shrugs in response, but turns in his seat toward the stage anyway. bakugou, on the other hand, only grumbles before reaching for his phone in his right pocket.

thumbing his password under the table, his fingers click on the messages app, then to his number one favorite contact.

for a second, he debates whether or not to shoot you a text. you were so excited to finally get started on that anime you’ve been meaning to watch, that you almost seemed like you didn’t care that he was leaving you home for the night to hang out with the guys.

biting on his lip, he absentmindedly goes through your last exchange before finally deciding fuck it.

while typing out a well-crafted message, his eyes dart between his screen to his friends then back down again, trying to seem inconspicuous.

the last thing he needs is for the bored tape hero to tease him with that annoying ass shit-eating grin of his.

reading through it one last time, bakugou finally presses the send button.

much to his delight, it doesn’t even take you a minute to reply.

(8:43 PM) baby 🧡: heey! i’m still watching—am on episode 5 now. hbu? aren’t you busy with the boys?

the smile he wasn’t aware he’s been sporting immediately drops when he’s reminded of the predicament he’s in. peering back up at the front, he has to fight the groan that threatens to bubble from his mouth when another performer goes up.

oh, well. at least you’re texting him right now.

he quickly types out his response.

(8:45 PM) me: Busy being fucking tortured. This is the worst night ever.

“yo, bro, who got you smiling like that?”

bakugou whips to glare at the culprit, who’s now wearing the very same shit-eating grin he’s just been thinking about avoiding a few moments ago.

pocketing his phone, bakugou snarls at the man. “shut the fuck up. all that doom-scrolling is rotting your fucking brain.”

“i think you getting the reference says something about you, too, bakubro,” kirishima offers from beside him.

bakugou shoots the redhead a menacing scowl, which the unbreakable hero accepts in stride.

“are you guys even listening?” comes kaminari’s whine.

“sorry, denks,” sero replies, before turning to regard the rest of the group. “i thought we agreed to stop doing these guys’ night outs? none of us are as good at planning get-togethers as mina.”

at that slightest bit of opening, bakugou takes the opportunity and moves to stand up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before inserting them in his back pocket, surprising the three men.

before any of them can say a single word, though, bakugou tries to shrug nonchalantly, muttering his simple explanation.

“what was that?” came sero’s teasing tone.

“i want to go home to my wife, idiot,” bakugou barks before he can stop himself.

at that, kaminari finally throws his hands up in defeat.

kirishima only shrugs himself, “that clicks.”

while the menace snickers. “simp.”

[daftpatience]

YEAH YEAY OKAY! here we go! welcome to i get to infodump about pens again, yay yippee!

what's the difference between ballpoints, rollerballs, and gel pens?

ballpoints, rollerballs, and gel pens all use a ball-socket mechanism that continuously coats itsself in ink as it rolls across a page. what makes them all different from each other is in the ink composition!!

ballpoint pens have an oil based ink paste. the ink is very thick & requires more pressure to write with, and can get kinda skippy as the tip gets dirty or clogged, but is able to stick to many more surfaces like receipts, plastic, really shitty paper, etc. it can be hard to wash out of things that you get it on, since it's more waterproof than other inks.

one of the neat things about this type of ink is that you're able to shade with it by varying pressure. lots of artists make great use of this!

hybrid or low viscosity ballpoint ink is often just ballpoint ink with an added lubricant to make it write smoother and flow better.

rollerball pens use water based inks. fountain pens, felt tip pens*, and dip pens all usually use water based inks. because of this, rollerballs are very free flowing and rarely clog, but paper choice is more important and some folks can find them to be leaky or overly wet. the writing experience is not as glidey as a gel/ballpoint since the ink is not thick, but it doesn't need a heavy hand. rollerballs enjoy more colour options than ballpoints and can have very dark blacks, but aren't waterproof unless the ink is pigment based instead of dye based. *felt tip pens feel very different than any of the other pens on this list cause of the soft point, they put out ink in a very even and somewhat dry way, and can also use alcohol inks, like copic markers. alcohol inks soak very deep into the page and dry very fast, and blend very differently. i'm not as familiar with them!

gel pens use inks that are made of pigment suspended in a water based gel. these inks tend to be very thick and put out a wet line that takes a longer time to dry. gel pens are most likely to clog and skip due to this, since the ball is not as evenly coated in a substance so thick. gel pens do have the widest colour options and can be fully opaque (ie. pastels, whites, etc) but are often very frustrating as they clog up and get old and dried out.

as a bonus, true technical pens are a whole different kind of beast and have very specific standardized nib sizes and colours. cad software has largely replaced the need for extremely precise technical drawing, but artists still like pens like the rapidograph! they're made differently everywhere but generally, instead of a ball, there is a small tube of a precise diameter with a little wire inside it that controls the ink flow. they can't be held at a lot of angles and aren't as versatile as other pens, but they put down incredibly crisp lines.

yippee yay pens!! wahoo!!