#I’m doing surprisingly well!

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Hiiii, Ghost!

How are you?

Autumn ask game!

chestnut - Name five things you're passionate about.

Have a great day!

Helloooooo :D

Name five things you're passionate about.

1. Ukulele!! I love love loooove playing my ukulele :D It’s so much fun and the strings sound so good and the sound ough I freaking love the sound it’s so light and pretty and EEEEEEEEE!!! I get so very excited when I see ukuleles in any form of media :) Like yes!! That’s my instrument!!!

2. Autism! I’m not autistic myself but I find the whole thing to be extremely interesting, and I’ve done a whole lot of research on it over the years. How it presents itself in different people, and the effects it has, and just… I find it to be really cool.

3. Writing! In my writing/literature class, I always perk up and widen my eyes whenever the teacher mentions writing XD Whether it’s journaling or a creative piece of fiction, I love writing. It brings me so much excitement :D

4. Music music music music music music music music MUSIC

5. Long car rides. I adore long car rides lol. Always get excited over ‘em.

[sublimerences]

Yuri…. Save me yuri…

[jellyshark-png]

just a silly comic abt algorithms and kung lao :’)) idk man the algorithm doesn’t like kung lao as much as i thought it would sigh

[aldisobey]

🕳️ WIP Wednesday (on Thurs) 🕳️

Tagged by @heylittleriotact

WELL this one was supposed to be released by now but I have had the absolute delight of needing to write confronting truths to the worst sorts of people. Menace is a way of life. I bring you this. I don’t know what to title it. Weeping Lizards? Sodden Hole? Muddy Salt? Help. I blame @emmg for its creation this is your fault. We’re in Hossberg and Emmrich is crying over a muddy hole that reminds him of Worne (Rook).

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“Now, please, I have to see to Emmrich, shoo. Everyone’s off.” Rook motioned it with a flick of his hands this time; well aware he might have better luck physically urging the ground below to trot on before budging the Qunari. Thankfully Taash needed no further encouragement and long strides were soon taking them past Emmrich. They paused at a shout from behind.

Rook, calling like a concerned parent, “And get something nice for Lace first!” Taash waved back, looked over their shoulder, regretted that once the Warden started mouthing further instructions, what was he saying? “Floooowers.” And he was pointing at himself, and at Emmrich and. Taash rolled their eyes. Took a moment to turn and mouth back an exaggerated but silent, “Nooooo.”

Rook flipped them off, they sent two back. Rook’s eyes went wide, and he pointed a stiff finger at them. Taash groaned and rolled their head full round. Mouthed a “Fiiiiine.” And finally disappeared down the path back to Lavendell.

The Warden quickened his step. Emmrich hadn’t moved in the time it took to send Taash away for errands. The mage remained locked in place, red and wet faced, staring long at a muddy hole.

Rook didn’t question it, did his best to not startle him, that hazel gaze was far, far away. “Emmrich.”The hushed tone was followed by a soft touch. Fingers entered at waist, trailed up the spine until they went up to hold that opposite shoulder steady, gave a firm grip, a gentle pull towards the rogue. The necromancer was trembling, Rook eased into a shape that fit close, that first touch a needle of first stitch, and like thread he pulled them flush together.

Emmrich didn’t startle, seemed to expect him, subtle movements meeting Rook as he settled into the Warden’s hands finding their way to their places. Still, he kept a bit tense, hands tight together in front. White knuckled as he spoke sniffing,

“Rook. Darling, it’s…look, I…” and then Emmrich laughed, piercingly loud, a wincing crack that made Rook flinch to a confused smile. But the noise was manic prelude, and it was swallowed in the sob that drove it free. The mage’s eyes welled, wet trails provided easy paths for fresh tears as flood resumed. He turned his head down and into Rook, lips quivering to recall words. Shine on his face wrenching the rogue’s gut, Rook listened, attentive as possible, but the necromancer’s trembling smile stretched the sounds.

Emmrich’s hands unclenched from each other and dove round Rook in a desperate clinging embrace. The Warden answered with whispered soft ‘shhhh’s’ and diligently caressed the tall man’s back. They held there for long moments, Rook bearing their weight as the quivering necromancer eased into fewer wails and more whimpers.

Blubbering, mumbling, further shuddering chuckles, but eventually, helped by Rook’s firm embrace, calming touch, and steady pace of lungs, the breaths came even enough for thoughts. Emmrich squeaked out, “...it reminded me of you.”

He gestured towards the filthy hole. And then a lizard popped its head out. Mud obscured its sight, some kind of weed stuck to its chin, and its big dumb face was wide, letting nary a thought bother its whim. Emmrich snorted. Then started weeping again.

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tagging: @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @ollypopwrites (look I know you’ve likely been tagged but this is me saying tag me on all your writing updates because imma miss it if you don’t I’m staying away from this place as much as possible to write. Sincerely haha I’ll catch up on commenting when I caaaaan because holy shit all the writing is so good. I’m forgetting people TAG ME I need to post or imma edit the whole thing again.)

[ghost-bxrd]

Heyo, if any of you here have experience running a zine and have some tips to share pls let me know! I’d appreciate some pointers 💚💚💚

Also, I’m considering inviting guest artists who’d like to feature! ✨⭐️

[beearcheops]

I’m busy making a tier list of drv3 so have some memes in the meantime

[dreadful-luck]

GGS TEAM PAST!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

me rn:

[vipier-a]

small starter call! simply like this post for a canon starter, or alternatively, comment ✨ for star wars, 🐍 for fantasy / witcher, or 🥀 for fae king.

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

So ummm a!au inspired madoka magica au??

[inkykeiji]

i hope ur all ready for a random, short-lived-but-super-intense pyramid head hyperfixation,,,,,,,,,

i’m half kidding

[smilesrobotlover]

I hope you feel better soon Smiles, I haven’t had my wisdom teeth out yet but my sister did and I know it sucked. Sending you many feel better vibes <33333

And here’s some words for the three sentence thing, do as many or few as you like—

Frost

Shadows

Entwine

Laugh

Sneeze

-Sky Floor 💚

Frost:

Kori stared at the glittery grass, the cold air making him shiver slightly. The frost made everything seem white, but not in the same affect as snow. He should like winter, seeing how it was less sunny, but he truly didn’t enjoy the cold.

Shadows:

Vio snuck around the corner to avoid the guard, he ducked into the shadows to avoid a maiden, he hid behind a pillar so no one would see him. If anyone knew what he was trying to do, who he was trying to bring back, things would get very complicated. He clutched a book in his hands a sighed. He hoped it would work this time

Entwined:

Linebeck glared from across the village at Rusl and his wife. They were sitting together, her head on his shoulder, their hands entwined together, it made Linebeck grumble. Could they stop being so annoyingly in love for five seconds?

Laugh:

“I know I must be hallucinating,” Leon muttered, staring at the giant man-bird in front of him.

The bird-man let out a lighthearted laugh. “You Hylians, you’re all so funny to me. You’re acting as if you’ve never seen a Rito before.”

Sneeze:

“I’m fine pa! I’m not sick!”

Rusl raised an eyebrow at his oldest son, who was stubbornly working outside, very clearly sick.

“Link, you don’t look fi—“

Rusl was interrupted by Link letting out a sneeze. He sniffed and gave Rusl a sheepish look. He was definitely not fine.

[woundedheartwithin]

When I went to the doctor’s office yesterday the nurse took my blood pressure and went …has your blood pressure been high lately? And I said no I’m nervous, and she goes yeah but you’re usually nervous and it’s never been this high, and I went oh yeah no I’m here for my mental health today I’m scared out of my mind 😂

[camping-with-monsters]

A relatively new addition to the cast of Duck Duck Goose, this is the malevolent and ill-tempered Little Bo Peep!

A ruthless little girl of blood and wool, she’s got a thin patience to those that oppose the goal of the sheep. She’s got quite the arsenal around her— a widespread flock of friendly looking little lambs that are much less cutesy when in battle. With relentless little manic sheep that are spotted all over the place, the sheep are spoken to have a vendetta against canine-kind and all things wolf-related, as they’ve grown tired of being thrown around and hunted so mercilessly by all the real big bad wolves of the world. When prey becomes predator, a leader is to be crowned to remind of the motive— and this is where Bo Peep— a girl perfectly fit for the job— comes into play.

Little Bo Peep is the human protector of these wooly little animals, and she’s been crowned to represent what they want— revenge; against all who have ever feasted their chop and harvested their wool. She’s uptight and snobbish— a total brat far too spoiled beyond repair. She makes the utmost perfect host for controlling, frolicking alongside the flock as it continues to flourish and grow. The sheep and their leader are the living proof not to trust all things cute and cuddly. In fact, they’re all proof that trust is a fragile virtue granted and destroyed— all you have to do is look into the gaze of Bo Peep the wrong way and you’ll find yourself with wool over your eyes!

Special thanks to @pazam, @menthum-mint and @shroingushour for some help with ideas for the finalized design! I had a little bit of trouble making her outfit a little more interesting initially, haha!

[tea-cat-arts]

(Disclaimer: this is just a repeat shower thought I’ve been struggling to put into words)

There’s something about stories where the happy ending is only obtained through a fourth wall break that I just find incredibly unsatisfying. I get the idea is supposed to be like “this happy ending is obtained because of your hard work,” but when the player hasn’t really been an acknowledged factor in the story before that point, it ends up feeling less like a victory for me and more like a happy ending isn’t actually possible for the characters without the author showing their hand. Like, the characters growth and wills aren’t actually enough to win, but the author likes them so they’re just gonna let them get the win anyways. I want the characters’s victory to be the one that’s actually in story if that makes sense

On the flip side of that, it is so satisfying to watch a character go “if the laws of this universe get in the way of my happy ending, then I will simply rewrite them.”

[floral-hex]

I’m about a week and a half into starting Remeron and my main side effect so far is I’m just so dang sleepy all of the time.