#Im always open for anything

[hinamie]

spiraling

[runtwithwolves]

drawing request lol maybe kyle and tolkein being bros?

Hey guys! have you seen our latest tiktok?

[ruporas]

kiss the pain away

[sforzesco]

I got. thoughts. about valens and voices in imperial roman history. but I also got a lot of thoughts about uhhhhhh choosing your brother for co ruling the Fratricide Foundation Story Empire. many thoughts about themistius' oration too

Brotherly Love, Themistius (trans. Peter Heather & David Moncur)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta

[ganondoodle]

theres people that build the entire map of botw in fucking minecraft and im sitting here for the 100th time within less than a year crying bc i cant draw a line how i want

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[boughclan-clangen]

moon 0, page 4

>the doctor is in.

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[ninkaku]

“they had something” and it’s gihun and frontman ?? im sick

[mcytegg]

i fear my biggest weakness is having big ideas but also having adhd that nerfs me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

gonna read all of House of M this weekend i think

[kirkwallguy]

ok i do have complaints and hate the gameplay (<- bad at it) but i am enjoying mass effect MUCH more now im out of the citadel.

[writingfreezer]

”would you still love me if i was a worm?” ratiorine/aventio

the air outside was filled with fog as the pair walked home from their respective jobs. to be fair, they did work for the same organization, just under different titles.

the younger of the two strutted along, hands in his front pockets as he looked around nonchalantly. every so often he’d fix the posture of his expensive watch or throw his overhanging bangs to the side. it looked almost intentional, how long his hair was.

the other man, who appeared to have a generally larger build than the other, walked beside him. his eyes were half-lidded as he looked forward, not in a tired way, but a pretty tense way. he wore clothing much different to the younger, loose-fitting blue pants and a very tight black top with some sort of blanket thrown around his shoulder, making him look like a greek philosopher. the younger wore a white suit with some green and black details, so you could tell their different taste in fashion.

the younger was whistling to a familiar tune as they walked, looking at the apartment complexes passing them by. suddenly, he turned to look at the taller one. he roamed his expression, searching for something that only he knew how to find. it went on for so long (not long at all) that the taller sighed and turned to look down at the man beside him with an irritated look.

”you’re staring,” he noted. his golden eyes shone in the afternoon sun, and it was hard to say that he didn’t suit the yellow glow of the evening as lighting.

”you are now as well, you know,” the younger remarked. he smirked with a boyish grin as he waited for the other to respond, which he did with only one look. the same look he’d been sporting since the shorter decided to strike up a conversation.

”alright, my bad.” the younger laughed and held his hands up in mock-surrender. now that he was tilting his head down, you could see the slight brown outgrowth in the roots of his hair. ”look, i was wondering something. it’s-”

as he looked up to continue explaining, he was met with the look from the older that he’d learnt meant ”please shut the fuck up.”

immediately, he did shut the fuck up and cleared his throat awkwardly to look forward.

the older furrowed his brows slightly, but only slightly, and blinked a few times. did he do something wrong? why did the younger stop talking?

he tried clearing his throat as well to show him that he was still present, but what he didn’t understand was that it added immensely to the already very tense and awkward situation. the younger, being fed up with this useless atmosphere, spoke up out of nowhere;

”would you still love me if i was a worm?” he asked, tone clear. he didn’t look up from the road, and he had somewhat buried his hands deeper in his pockets.

the older, taken slightly aback, tilted his head slightly as he walked.

”that depends,” he began, and he could immediately feel the younger’s mood dampening a little. he ignored the uncomfortable sting in his heart and continued. ”in this hypothetical scenario, am i still a human, or have i also been turned into a worm? or were we worms from birth? asexual freshwater planarians do not have a libido because they…”

the younger, who had regretted asking the question as soon as the words left his mouth, held back from sighing and instead zoned out somewhere far, far away as they walked back home. it was stupid, really, to ask the dr. veritas ratio, harborer of many phd’s including one in philosophy, a simple question about fucking worms. of course he had to turn it into a monologue that not even prometheus could top.

”…venturine. look at me.”

aventurine blinked away the fogginess of his sight and looked up to the man next to him. a small wave of shame crept up on him as he realized he’d probably missed the answer he had asked for. he nodded slowly with round eyes to show that he was listening.

”we must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. we must learn to sail in high winds.” the doctor said, and the gambler knew very well that those were not his words, but someone far, far back who probably wore clothing similar to the man next to him. what does that mean again?

”it means that you should stop expecting me to not take your questions literally. i’m just exploring every answer that is available to me.” ah.

”well,” aventurine began, looking down again. ”if you could choose one answer, which would it be?”

”i cannot do that.”

”doctor, please-”

the doctor sighed and rubbed his nose the way he always did to show his irritation, as if everything else wasn’t enough. ”am i also a worm?”

aventurine thought long and hard about it. realistically, for most people, they’d say no, only the person asking is a worm. but, if he knew his partner well, he’d say the wrong answer if those were the circumstances, so he didn’t say that.

”yes, and we have been worms from the start,” he said, not really caring to sound very cheerful. ”and we are not asexual. we’re still gay.”

”actually, i’m bisex-”

”you get it.”

”…yes,” was all the doctor said. he continued walking and staring straight ahead as he did before.

the gambler blinked. ”what? yes to what?”

”… to the question. if you were a worm,” ratio sounded kind of awkward now, which was unusual for him. it was kind of nice to hear, actually.

”oh. so… yes, you’d love me if i was- if we were worms.” he slowly looked up to the taller man, holding his breath waiting for the answer, even though he probably knew what it was already.

”yes, that’s what i answered to,” ratio said bluntly.

”oh. that’s… nice to hear. thank you for your input.”

the shorter smiled and resumed to look around them as they walked, whistling on that same tune as before.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

AAAA

ok so im writing this in school so thats y u aren't gonna see this until like noon or smth when i have internet to get on tumblr with lmao

BUT STARSTRUCK AHHHH

SO- FIRST OFF YOU NEED TO GO TO THE IEYTD CONFESSIONS BLOG AND IM THE PERSON WHO TALKED ABT REGGIE FALLING ASLEEP FIRST- READ THAT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE JUST A PERFECT COUPLE

im curious how do you hc they got together after 2 happened :0000

bc i hc that after john survived the fall he got like- taken in my the agency, b ut they had to watch him and make sure he didn't go back and try to take over the world, also hes declared dead- but the agency placed him with reggie bc they can trust him yk

and i imagine their relationship kinda started out rocky and reggie was rlly kinda nervous but still angry yk? juni was just pissed the fuck off lmao

oh oh oh and, it wasn't immediately the one bed trope, juni was originally on reggies couch, but then the couch either broke or phoenix burned it/threw it out a window :333333

imagine this entire rant was given to you by the adhd creature and youll know exactly what i looked like writing this

OMG HEYYYY OKAY OKAY gonna put this ramble under a cut so it doesn't get long but I have thoughts and FEELINGS on how these shrink dinks meet face to face. This may be a little all over the show because I love them and I'm doing this on my laptop to keep up typing with my stream of thought lmao

Don't offence to this as I mean it just as a funny thing that I observed but I think every starstruck shipper starts off with John getting shipped off to the agency and that's so funny to me. I started off with that because of a buddy's AU/Askblog from like 2 years ago, and honestly I think it's a really solid and reasonable foundation for their relationship to be built off! It's the whole forced proximity thing which breeds fondness between them because they are stuck as coworkers basically.

Overall I agree with the way you see it, having written a fic with a similar premise to it almost two years ago now (crazy) but I'll give my more "these thoughts aren't hidden through inference of prose" for your reading pleasure.

Starting with Reggie, I think he is very civil to JJ, especially when they speak, but honestly I think there would be a genuine level of betrayal, as parasocial as it stems from, for Reggie when it comes to Juniper. In the end, Reggie was a fan of Juniper and his work, so that whole thing of "finding out someone you idolise is a terrible person" would crush him because Reggie is a really sweet guy and would likely only like Juniper as much as he did because he thought Juniper was also a good person. This then meaning that he has to share space with that guy, who is probably bitter and feeling another 1000 things (elaboration coming soon), would be really bloody weird! He's got to deal with the whisperings of his old celebrity crush which he had to snuff out basically instantly because oh God he's going to set of nukes is a pretty damning reason to not want a crush on a guy. He's also having to deal with the fact that Juniper has tried to kill his top Agent (and probably friend) several times within the span of a week, and to top it all off he now has to basically play chaperone to him while at the agency? It wouldn't be a great way to kick off a new relationship, platonic or otherwise.

Juniper is a really bonkers kettle of fish in his own right because there's a lot about him to consider. In the eyes of the public, and very potentially the law, he is dead, and potentially has lost basically all his estate to that fact, so the unimaginable wealth and privilege he would be used to is just gone within probable days. It's implied that JJ was a "self-made man"/achieved the "hollywood dream" in game two, so while yes he'd be pissed at losing all of his niceties, he's also just lost everything he's worked for across his acting career. As much as I don't think he'd admit that it's a huge blow to him, it would be, and I think that's shit for him lowk. Also, he's absolutely still healing from various injuries from that fall of his, so that's adding to his angst.

Alas, Juniper is quick to trigger, and I think to Reggie's civil nature, he'd be much more passive aggressive, at least at first. Unlike Reggie, Juniper has no reason AT ALL to like him, so I think the whole idea of Juniper trying to prove himself to Reggie is even more special because it's a genuine act of trying to be a better person. I'm jumping the gun a bit, but you get what I mean. My main deviation from your interpretation, ALTHOUGH I did basically write that into my fic from 2023 (same one as previous, which is the first junicrane fic on ao3 haha), is the whole them living together. I think I prefer them as coworkers so much more, partially because it amuses me, but mainly because it gives them some time away from one another as to be their own character and how they would think about the other in isolation.

ALAS! Onto my other main interpretation of them which splits into two sub-interpretations (and then there's another minor interpretation after that (and a tiny one after that) so stay tuned!). This main interpretation is generalised and unified by Juniper basically surviving the fall, then making his own way back to a mainland and then basically moving to some kind of safehouse and living in secret.

The deviation comes from how Reggie and JJ would then meet. My main interpretation, and one I've considered writing into a multichapter fic before (though I am terrible at commitment so it is staying as a brain-child for now), is Reggie being suspicious of Juniper just disappearing. This came from how on the ARG website offshoot of his desk, there's two different things relating to JJ and I like to think that's from him investigating his death. To me, there's a significant gap between IEYTD 2 and 3, and to try and distract himself on his worry over Phoenix, Reggie basically goes on a non-agency approved man-hunt for Juniper because his "tracking skills are still up to snuff". And yeah! Reggie finds him! And Juniper as absolutely wracked with paranoia from living in secret and it takes everything in Reggie to convince John that this isn't an agency thing and he's not going to get taken away. John is still a bitch, but he's a terrified one, and despite Reggie's better judgement, he feels bad for him, and somewhat takes it upon himself to keep checking up on JJ. I can go on about this interpretation, buttttt I may save my other plot beats incase I want to one day actually write it

My other version of the whole Juniper making it out is, while yes he's still very paranoid, it's somewhat liberating to no longer be in the public eye. The whole "if juniper went to a juniper look-alike contest, he'd come second", yk? I've prettymuch always hc'ed Juniper as gay, and pretty repressed about it being a famous actor in the public image in the 60s, so being able to finally express that to some degree would be pretty fulfilling for him! I actually wrote this one into a oneshot, being the second starstruck fic ever on ao3 so that saves me from yapping so much about it here. The TLDR is that Juniper basically meets Reggie by chance and has to deal with. ALLLL of the feelings that comes with that.

Onto a HEAVILY more AU version of what I think happens post-IEYTD 2,,,, but Juniper staying allied with Zoraxis and being a double agent for them and working in the Agency. My friend Imp has a more positive version of this where JJ ends up defecting to the Agency's side, and I love that, BUT.. I also really love the idea of just keeping Juniper as an evil character. 2 Dimensional villain or whatever, sometimes they can be just as fun as fully fleshed out characters and I appreciate that. I have a very short Spotify playlist which basically is the moodboard for this AU, but basically play Government Hooker by Lady Gaga and you'll understand. Actually here it is. Go my Scarab. I like the idea of Juniper still playing into his charismatic actor thing to get Reggie to fall for him again, only to break his heart and trust again. I don't often entertain this MAINLY because I like them as this insufferable mushy couple but I do absolutely get a kick out of the complete OPPOSITE of this. Putting them under the microscope etc etc

And then my teeny tiny one is my whole post IEYTD 3 theory that Juniper is the Phantom andddddd that he and Reggie end up working together in IEYTD 4 pleasepleasepleaseplease Schell Games make it happen I would KILL for these guys to speak to one another PLEASE it would be great/silly. Alas I really like the idea of it going in a direction with inspiration from Phantom of the Opera because. I like musical theatre and Juniper is an actor and goddamnit it's the Phantom. It would be whimsical

Alas. I have been into this ship for years, meaning that I have had so much time to play around with it in my head and, while this isn't all of them, these are the main heavy hitters that I go back to. Barring one, but that's got NOTHING to do with the canon of IEYTD, and to be fairrrr me and my buddy may make it into a fic project one day so I will hold off on questions about that one for a while >:3

Other than that! I hope this made any sense at all, I really like these guys and I think you can tell, so I hope this was enjoyable to read :]]]

[creaturefeaster]

which character/s in colorquest is currently getting a redesign?

Gary is still getting tweaked here and there, it's a slow and on-going process.

While I don't plan on changing much else about him, recently I've decided to give Chickenstab's host a tail. (See: my latest doodle page from a handful of days ago)

I've been debating changing Hannah's initial outfit lately as well. She's from a part of Stolla that is much warmer year-round, but having moved much higher up, starting the story in mid-late October, it's rather chilly for her to be wearing thin shorts, flip-flops and a tank top. But, I've not thought too much into exactly what this new outfit would be, and I'd still hold on to this outfit for a different, warmer part of the story because I love it too much to ever fully part ways with it.

I've been fiddling with April's bangs lately too. I don't have a picture on hand at the moment but I'll try to tack it onto this post later when I do, but I've always been a little iffy about her bangs. Especially with Elliot's being similar, I feel like the bang style fits his hair more than it fits April.

Nobody has gotten a huge overhaul design change yet, but I definitely feel something bubbling within me to give a huge makeover to a character or two. I just have to figure out if there's a design I'm not happy with that I've just been suppressing. Because I tend to do that from time to time lol.

[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie! I hope you’re having a lovely day :)) I was wondering what are your favourite Until Dawn and The Quarry fanfictions? 😁

well hello there yourself!!! i hope your day's treating you kindly too! ;)c

always happy to spread a lil' fic-love around, hehehehehehe. i mentioned a few over in this post a couple days back, but here are a few others i tumble around in my head like pebbles in a stone polisher on the reg!

until dawn

the one-eyed man is king by @ollierachnid - jack and chris have a rough go of it

the final days of our youth by @love-fireflysong - OOPS chrashley kiss, uh oh!!!

it's uncanny, really by @sammyloomis - sometimes you just gotta put on costumes based on the hit a24 film, midsommar, i don't make the rules man

the quarry

max brinly's guide to surviving being in love with your best friend by @icequeen-07 - GOD i hope max brinly survives being in love with his best friend!!!

this is not over, but just the beginning by @theartofdreaming1 - max and laura are GOING to find a cure...the second they're done dealing with those wily hacketts

crush culture by @bazwillendinflames - emma and ryan act as each other's wingman so romance can bloom! 😏

[eusuntgratie]

channeling my rage at my republican senator's response to my message from last week about musk's overreach into making more calls today about the cfpb. got the little one to mail the 5 vote forward letters i prepped yesterday and this morning on the way to school.

TODAY IS THE DEI ECONOMIC BLACKOUT! don't spend anything if you can, if there's something you need to purchase today shop local and spend cash.

don't succumb to despair and overwhelm! make a call or a donation! bid on something for fandom trumps hate! take a walk! check on a friend or a neighbor! even just sitting at home not spending any money today will make an impact!