#I'll think of more later lol

[hime-bee]

One of these days, I'm gonna make a comprehensive list of men from various games and fandoms that, without a doubt, would have a chubby gf

[sunflowerprotocol]

Initial revisions update / brain dump

I feel like posting some of my process and reflections somewhere, but really there's no format to this. I feel like getting these out now will make re-reading draft 0 less scary, because I've done my best to identify issues and the problems aren't all going to sneak up on me.

It'll be a long ramble, so it's going under the cut.

I am begging myself to write from a place of curiosity instead of judgement (I think I heard this advice from ShaelinWrites on youtube and it has changed the way I think about the craft so much, for the better). It's difficult for me, I'm the first to admit that I'm opinionated and judgmental by nature. The first place I think I have opportunities to practice this in my second draft is in writing the state of Delano. It's a capitalist hellscape that Laramie has seriously romanticized, and she's complicit in the state's harm. Still, most of the people living there aren't, they're just trying to survive.

I still have a lot of world building to hammer out. Visiting Wichita this summer made me realize that Laramie isn't that geographically far from Riverside, and it may be unrealistic to say she's never been there. Maybe Riverside has to close their borders for security purposes, but that feels antithetical to what they stand for. Maybe she's been, but keeps everyone there at arm's length because of some underlying fear or because she doubles down on her dream to be a technocrat. Maybe she just likes how shiny the programming school and subsequent lifestyle are. Additionally. I've been wondering if Delano really is the right/realistic name for a State in my novel, but I think I'm feeling better and better about it. There's something there I think… the irony of a town without law enforcement being romanticized hundreds of years later by technologists who hate regulations. Still, Delano absolutely has cops around to protect property, in direct opposition to the nearby town that is actually working towards abolitionist principles. Hm. I mean hell. Columbus Delano himself was named Columbus. And if I understand what I'm reading, he strikes me as a neoliberal.

Visiting Wichita also tends to give me pause when it comes to Keeper of the Plains, the iconic statue by Tsate Kongia (a.k.a. Blackbear Bosin). This imagery is used all over Wichita, particularly around tourism. I have no idea how indigenous people in the plains feel about it or if Kongia's family gets any royalties, etc.

Visiting Botanica specifically was a great experience. I have more confidence than ever that this could be a great setting for a city within Riverside, and even got a better sense of Clementine's role in the community/where she might live, as well as some logistics like water treatment and transportation. At the same time, I don't know where the houses of worship are going to go. I have ideas, but I'm a deconstructing Christian and I need to consult people who practice other religions to know what would be appropriate and feasible. I think I'm going to 'rule of cool' a lot of things but I want to get serious about what medical care is available and the implications of this kind of community for disabled folks. Mobility aids and transportation aside, which I actually feel pretty good about, I hadn't really thought about how people would obtain things like hearing aids or glasses. An alpha reader also pointed out that it might be a good idea to look into germ theory and such-- what does the clinic offer?

I want a deeper conflict for Poe than “my family doesn’t want me to be a starving artist.” I think there are some ideological differences between them and Laramie that have to come to a head during this story; Laramie tends to see Poe as lazy or argumentative, and Poe sees her as having ‘square’ tendencies. They chalk it up to personality differences, especially in their youth, but it gets more serious as Poe’s legal situation worsens and Laramie throws herself into programming school. Maybe Poe should have to reckon with how far they’re willing to go to vouch for Laramie. They might also have some insecurity about sticking to one place after so many years of bouncing around for their trade.

Caelus is such an interesting character that I haven't done enough with. I need to decide exactly how hard I'm going to get with his airship science. I'd like to improve his meet cute with Ernie. I'd like to just, show off his backstory and contributions more, which may be challenging from Laramie's point of view with the plot points I have.

Similarly, Laramie's coworkers need more development. Her work nemesis, as one of my alpha readers put it, feels like a caricature. I might even change his name ('Adam' truly feels like a placeholder). At the same time, I don't want people to romanticize him. I think her coworker Sloane could use more depth and nuance. She's at least as complicit as Laramie, but she's not really a villain.

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[smgoetter]

Crow Country! A collaborative illustration from me & @natalieriess

I don't play a lot of survival horror games but we both really liked this one. It was fun trying to recreate the retro vibes in our fanart.

Nat did the original sketch and the colors, while I did the final lineart. I used a black and a gray colored pencil instead of ink, and I'm happy with how soft and spooky the effect is. Unfortunately, Nat's original drawing of the crow mascot is much better than mine, I should've just left it as is.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

kaido and nendo casually watching saiki freak out over his crush and barely reacting or caring about why is so funny to me

[somegrumpynerd]

Bitty update! Or I guess bitties (bittys?) update since there's apparently two of them now.

I didn't expect to see much of them after that last encounter since they seemed pretty unhappy about me getting too close, but I kept leaving out food and keeping my eyes peeled just in case. A lot of people have been saying to leave jerky but I haven't been able to find any so I've been leaving out bread and ham, is this okay for them?

Anyway, the other day when I was on my lunch break I saw the horror bitty scurrying around again. He saw me and disappeared which I expected, but then he came back and just kinda sat across from me and ate?? I didn't want to say anything in case it spooked him so we just sort of ate lunch together in silence, but I did try and take a sneaky picture

Is this good? Is this normal for bitties? When he was finished eating he just got up and walked off and I didn't see where he went, but I assume he's not super scared of me if he sat and ate so close right?

Also I found this cute little ketchup jar, I've been keeping it in the fridge since it's been warm in work and I thought they'd like a cool treat. Well I found it like this the other day so I guess that's a yes lol

[sergle]

I think my favorite thing about doing ginger red hair instead of cherry red hair is: lying to people about it

[sadrits]

[skyward-floored]

also what happens to Malon after she's arrested????? (does she, perhaps, find smth out about her deceased husband 👀)

- hero-of-the-wolf

@hero-of-the-wolf

...

Malon was tossed into a holding cell without a word, and without so much as the hope of a trial or lawyer or anything of the sort.

She heard a distant laugh as the door was slammed behind her, and exhaled wearily as she sat up, brushing some dried blood from her cheek as she moved. The trip here hadn’t been long, but it had been one unpleasant moment after another, harsh shoves and sneers and glee at her arrest, and even a shock she’d gotten when a guard’s hand had wandered and she’d punched him.

Add that to the bruises she’d gotten from the fight earlier with Warriors, and most of her body ached.

Malon closed her eyes, thinking of her husband’s brother. Warriors had stayed beside her as long as he could after she’d been arrested, a hand on her arm until he'd been called away and had to leave. Despite the fact that they’d had to feign indifference and hatred towards one another the whole time, Malon had found his presence comforting. She’d missed him, and he reminded her of Time, and better days.

She only wished she could have spoken to him more. It didn’t take superpowers for her to see that he was barely holding it together.

“...Hello?”

Malon stilled, and raised her head, looking around the tiny cell.

It was essentially a stone box, small with no windows, a toilet in the corner, and two somewhat-cushioned benches by the walls that Malon supposed were meant to be beds. A girl who must have just been asleep was sitting up on one of them, holding her arm tight to her chest as she looked warily at Malon.

The girl couldn’t have been older than Legend, though her face was worn in a similar way that made Malon’s heart pang. Her blonde hair was messy and was trying to hang in her face, but her indigo eyes were sharp in the artificial light, and watched Malon with a calculating look.

“Are you a super?” she asked bluntly, and Malon blinked, then smiled, easing up to her feet.

“Hello to you too. Yes I am, but with nothing that’ll get us out of here I’m afraid,” she answered, wincing as she walked over and sat on the opposite bench. “Is this room temporary? Or am I going to be here a while?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only been here for about a day,” the girl replied, holding her arm tighter to her chest. “And don’t worry about your powers being useful or not. They’re blocked in here.“

Malon hummed. “That’ll be hard to test, seeing as they’re animal related. But thank you for the warning.”

The girl nodded and messed with her hair, letting silence fall between them. Malon studied her again, trying to figure out if she really was the same age as Legend, and her heart ached at the reminder of her son. She hoped desperately that he and the boys had gotten away— by now they must be close to Sky’s, even if they were being cautious.

All of them except for Twilight.

A deeper pang of worry shot through her as she thought of her other son, and she bit her lip.

Oh Twi, please be okay...

Malon sucked in a slow breath, and gave the girl a gentle smile. “My name is Malon,” she said, in an effort to keep herself distracted from her worries. Being anxious about her family wouldn't make them any safer. “How about you?”

“...Zelda,” the girl said quietly, then shrugged. “Or Zel. Or Zellie. Or Fable.”

“Fable?”

Her mouth quirked up. “I know another Zelda, we did nicknames to make it easier. Somehow that was just what got picked. It’s what I tend to go by, honestly.”

Malon smiled. “I know how that goes. I have two sons named Link, and more Links beside that rarely go by their names. Long story,” she added at Fable’s confused look.

Fable sighed and leaned against the wall. “Well, I’ve got time.”

“I was hoping to use mine to somehow get out of here,” Malon said with a glance around, and Fable closed her eyes.

“You’re welcome to try, but I’ve had no luck. I’ve gotten food once while I’ve been here, and they threatened to shock me if I tried anything with the door open. Not that I could with this,” she huffed, gesturing to the arm she had cradled to her chest.

Malon looked closer, and realized that the arm was swollen and bruised, the skin an unpleasant mix of purples and bluish-greens.

“Are you okay?” Malon asked worriedly, and Fable shrugged one shoulder.

“It’s just a broken arm. It got hurt in the fight before they arrested me, and nobody’s done anything for it,” she said in a pointed voice at the doorway.

The door stayed silent.

Malon frowned, and carefully stood and approached Fable, sitting down beside her. “...May I?”

Fable hesitated, then slowly held out her arm, the limb shaking a bit. Malon took it with a gentle hand, and studied it, feeling cautiously along the skin. Fable winced, but Malon made sure to be careful, and after a couple minutes, was fairly sure that the break was near the middle of her forearm.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s too bad,” Malon said, gently releasing her arm. “It’s swollen, so maybe that’s why, but I couldn’t feel the actual break. It’ll set easily if it is one, but we should probably figure out a way to get a sling for you.”

Fable wrinkled her eyebrows at Malon like she couldn’t quite figure her out, but she nodded. And she didn’t try to stop Malon when she pulled off the apron she still had on (she wondered briefly what had ever happened to the bacon she’d been cooking), and worked on tying it around into a suitable sling.

“So... what happened to you?” Fable asked after a minute of Malon fiddling with fabric. “If you don't mind me asking. You said you're a super, but you're not even in uniform. What did you do to get thrown in here?”

“Me? Oh me and my family have been doing a lot under ol’ Dark’s nose for a while now, and everything finally caught up to us,” Malon sighed, figuring a true explanation would take too long. Wind and Four alone would probably make Fable think she was crazy. “They came after us at home after we tried to help somebody. My family that was at the house made it away, but my one son was on duty... I don’t know where he is.”

Malon breathed out a sigh she told herself wasn’t shaky, and cleared her throat.

“How about you? What did a nice girl like you do to get arrested?”

Fable blinked, and looked down at Malon's attempts to secure the sling, not speaking for a moment.

“I fought back,” she said after a long minute of silence. “I just— I just hit my limit. I couldn’t take it anymore, what they’re doing, how they treat us...”

Fable’s voice wobbled.

“My... father died. And I know it wasn’t by natural causes, I found proof, but I couldn’t do anything with it. It was an official who’d had him killed, and I knew I had to keep acting like everything was fine like I didn’t know and I just... I snapped. It didn’t end well. Obviously.”

She swallowed thickly, and Malon, finished with the sling, gave her a gentle look.

“I’m sorry hon, that must’ve been awful,” Malon said softly, and Fable pulled her legs up to her chest.

“I've definitely had better days. At least I got to toss a few people into the harbor,” she murmured, then swallowed and looked away. “Do you... think your family is okay?”

“I hope so,” Malon replied softly. “Twi... Twilight— he’s my oldest— he’s tough, and his powers enhance his senses, so he should be okay. My youngest can turn invisible, and he has somewhere safe to go, and friends with him. I’m worried about them all, but... I trust their skills. I think they’ll be okay.” They'd better be okay.

I don't think I can lose anybody else.

Malon took a deep breath, and looked over at Fable, giving her a smile.

“And I’m not planning on sitting around here and waiting for them to rescue me,” she said firmly, and squeezed Fable’s shoulder. "Or see what sort of sentence or punishment either of us is going to get. I'm gonna to do my best to escape. You wanna work together and bust out of here?"

Fable looked at her in surprise, and hesitated, eyes scanning across her face.

Then her eyes hardened with determination.

“Yes. I don't want to stick around and see what they're going to do to us either. I'm in," she said with a deep breath, and Malon took her uninjured hand in hers, and shook it.

"In that case, we'd better get to work," she smiled, and Fable returned it. "What can you do, hon?"

And as Fable explained her powers, already looking less pale and defeated then she had when Malon had first been tossed in, Malon felt the hope that had started to dim in her heart flicker back to life.

[keeps-ache]

apricot, apricot ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ !!

[tidepoolalgae]

Borne out of some sort of chaotic energy, the dragonfly/sunflower quilt top is complete!

[inkydoc]

okay so i tried knitting for the first time enlisting youtube and my moms help, and i learnt the long tail cast on and the continental knit stitch! did a row of ten stitches and was very proud of myself, only to have to instantly unravel it when i screwed up starting the second row XD

here is some pictures i took of my ten proud stitches, i'll just redo it tomorrow :3

i tried following a beginner knitting tutorial and it just. wasn't clicking at all even though the people were very clear in explaining it. i tried my best replicating it but for the life of me couldn't, so i asked mom. she said she forgot how to cast on so we had no way of starting, but no problem! that part was actually very easy in the video i watched, i can do that part, right? well, yea, i could, but also mom was so confused when i handed her the needle as the whole thing was backwards :"D her actual reaction was what english nonsense is this, and basically that's how i found out that there are two ways of knitting lol

in the end i found a very thorough video of an old lady doing the long tail cast on in both the continental and the english way so i followed that, and from there all was well as soon as it clicked :D i'm planning on getting some thicker yarn to practice with, this grey one is actually two strands in one ball and it's a bit difficult to manage :D

[meownotgood]

also while I'm on the topic of being off topic. this is my beloved durge tav moon. her wizard boyfriend sprays her with water when she tries to bite people

[izloveshorses]

Oh, we could make a good thing bad.

[weirdlybeans]

Day 4: AU | Clothing Swap

Smoker x Robin