#Look ma I did a thing

[iamamythologicalcreature]

I did a thing. A sketchy thing. A Simony-sketchy thing. I was then told by an expert in the field to post it. So I am doing a second thing and posting it.

(I like doing sketchy things, though I don't often post them because they're all sketchy and unfinished. But then I realized the world would probably be better if more artists posted more sketches and thus... TA-DA.)

[cyrusdoodles]

yeah? for real?

[starkwing-co]

Scott The Woz General Series Anime-esque Poster ^w^

The full version of my fanart submission for the last Scott The Woz Charity Bonanza on Pixel Empire! If you got The Return of The Mysterious Game of Cryptisism limited edition box, you can even find my doodle in the booklet!

[hatboyproject]

Hey, check it out! Myself and a few other modders were interviewed for Polygon and yours truly is there in the writeup!

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Hi, hello, hola, beautiful friends! Thank you so much for the Sunday tags, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, and everyone else who has been tagging me on Wednesdays & Sundays of yore. ❤️❤️❤️ I very much appreciate it, and want to get back in the habit of sharing SOMETHING (no matter how itsy bitty teensy teensy) on these blessed days.

I am (rawr) still quite ill, hacking and coughing and worrying my poor spouse, but I am also trying to edit my beast of an EGF, tentatively titled Good night, good morning, good night. My working title was I'm (not) sorry for what I said when I was hangry, but I still think of it as The Kidnapping fic AKA the Fuck or Die That Turned into a Fuck or Talk.

Here's a SFW snippet from the first chap, where Baz is Not Having a Good Day:

“Hey,” the man-thing says, “you a vampire, then?” 

... Horrors and hells. 

“The folks who nabbed me, they said they were gonna throw me to a hungry vamp,” the man-thing says. “Are you actually hungry, or is thirsty more accurate?”

 Baz stops. 

Then he goes over to where he thinks the door is, and pounds on it with both of his manacled hands. “I KNOW YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME THE FIRST THIRTY TIMES I SAID THIS, BUT I REALLY WILL, ALEISTER CROWLEY AS MY FUCKING WITNESS, INCINERATE THIS ENTIRE PLACE!” 

Not going to tag cause it's already evening where I am but hello, hello, hello. I hope you have a lovely rest of your Sunday, and a lovely week. ❤️

(OH gratuitous P.S. for @bookish-bogwitch - TWSBI Diamond 580 with a 1.1 nib & Diamine Red Dragon for the header, although the photography makes the ink look more like Noodler's Black Swan for Australian Roses. 😆

- Your Inkwife 💋💋)

[lunebloodworth]

I just wanted to redraw Astarion and my Oc Eldritch like them 👉👈

[maybe-limerence]

Chapter 1 – Potions

“You’re doing it wrong,”

“No I’m not,”

First year teachers are the worst. Normally, the teachers knew of Armin and Circe. They knew how it would end up if they put the two together. Bickering, threats, insults and the occasional ‘accidental’ cursing (do you really think the teachers believe in accidental curses?).

But this teacher? Didn’t know a thing. Ever since Professor Hange retired, a new teacher stepped in. Miss Laena, a half elf, took over Hange’s role as the potions teacher.

Someone should’ve let her know.

“Alright everyone—” Miss Leana cleared her throat. “— pay attention, I’m going to give you a partner. You will stay with this partner until the end of the year. I’m putting you with someone with similar knowledge on potions, as it will help me better help those who need it,”

Miss Leana called everyone to a table in a random order to not embarrass those who scored lower (it was useless because everyone knew who they were). When the second-to-last table had been called, everyone noticed…

Circe and Armin weren’t called.

“Lastly, Circe and Armin,”

A few of the students sniggered, more were terrified.

Oh shit, this’ll be interesting.

•—•—•—•—•—•

The next day was worse. Miss Leana assigned a pop lab (is that a thing?). As soon as the students walked in, a book had been opened to a page for them to complete. They had an hour to finish the potion or else they’d fail.

Some had something easy, like a strength or health potion. Circe and Armin? They had a complex truth potion. The ingredients were finicky and there wasn’t much room for change or mistake.

The two started out fine.

Then Armin made a mistake.

“You’re doing it wrong,”

“No I’m not,”

“Yes you are,”

“How? I checked and everything is right,”

“You’re stirring the wrong way,”

Armin rolled his eyes, and Circe was getting annoyed.

“If you go that way, you’ll make a lying potion,”

“I know what I’m—,”

Boom

A mini explosion happened in the cauldron.

The potion had been over-mixed. Another mistake.

—•—•—•—•—•—

“I expected better,” miss Leana tutted.

“I’m sorry miss, it won’t happen again,” Circe apologized.

“Yes ma’am, I apologize,” Armin said.

“Very well, hurry along now,”

And hurry along they did. First year teachers are the worst.

For–

@crazycurlz101

[joethechemist]

A little work over the past few days 💙 enjoy

Third media is the reference. Got it off of twitter from the people who post images that look like album covers/ movie posters.

Anyways.

[faerietempest]

The fact that people are still finding, reblogging, and doing my little cas challenge has got me feeling some type of way 🥹

[captaincrowbar]

Just finished this portrait of Marcus Bischoff. Took 2 weeks. Done completely in red ballpoint pen and black ink on a solid white canvas. Very proud of this.

[kitnightowl]

Me being in the video thrown me off for a second

What a fucking weekend this has been.

[cyrusdoodles]

delicious Uranium Water only 1 dollar per gallon !

[lavender-draw]

On the subject of specific polls

[thealleydog]

Hey, how are you? Just read your ask and I love the request. Thank you, reading that from you made me feel very happy. Have a nice day!😊💖

I'm good! I'm happy it made you feel better. 😌

I felt the same way from time to time when it's after 9pm and my thoughts start to whisper sweet depression and self doubt in my ear. But I'm too old and too tired to let even my fictionals make me feel doubt about if I deserve to even think happy thoughts.

Make Stephen work for you. And if he doesn't, leave his ass for Strange Supreme because he has every reason to be grateful. 🐙💜

[eevvvaa]

Ooooh I love this series idea ! I love how quiet and pure it is, and the way it's a ritual in bed to just let it all out, giving him but also her, a safe place to talk

“I told her I hated her.”

If it makes you feel better, we all hate your mother, Baby

I loved how she comforted him, telling him that it was okay and that it was, indeed, unfair

Can't wait to read the next parts

Safe Here - I Hate My Mom

Y/N has been with the Winchesters through it all. She and Dean have an agreement. What’s whispered between them in bed, stays there. It’s their very own little bubble no matter what’s happening in the world around them.

A/N: Hello! New little series I’m cooking up. Hope you enjoy, let me know what ya think! This part has (baby) spoilers for the season 12 finale after the cut. 

Warnings: Swears, kinda angsty, not beta’d

Words: 830

~

He didn’t have to whisper, not here. Not in your shared room. Not like in the hundreds of shared motel rooms over the years. Still, he always did. Maybe it was habit now, maybe it made the words easier to let go if they were barely audible.

The two of you had made a deal years ago. Whenever you were in bed together nothing outside mattered. Anything could be said. There were no expectations, there were never any judgements. It was your own little bubble of safety. Dean was usually the one doing the talking. There was always so much he buried, so many things he felt everyone was better off never hearing. Sometimes you talked, most times you simply listened. Sometimes you’d curl into him, head on his chest, hands lightly tracing patterns in his t-shirt. Others you kept your distance rolling on your side, and just watching. It was a dance you’d learned over the years.

Even in the dark, you knew which you he needed. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders if he needed to be held or hold you. His voice may always be a whisper but you knew every nuanced tone. From those you knew if he wanted to be an active participant or pretend you were asleep.

Tonight, you made it into bed before him. You’d left him with Sam and Mary in the library. You had showered, changed, and were settled under the blanket by the time he made his way in. Once he was undressed he curled around you.

Afficher davantage

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

WIP Wednesday

Hello hello! Thank you for the tags, @martsonmars, @hushed-chorus, and @artsyunderstudy. As always, I love the glimpses of what you're all working on!! ❤️❤️

I’m still plugging away at my EGF, but today was just backstory notes, so no fun shareable prose from that. I re-listened to AWTWB recently and it gave me a lot of Jamie Feels, so here's another portrait from the Rosethorn girl universe:

He’s a little heavy, but he’s my brother

By Lucy Winifred Salisbury

(Not-quite) Black and white photography

Interview with the subject and the subject’s flatmate, Lachlan MacCionagh (This is for you, @larkral 😆)

A: I already told you, I’m not going to use cleaning spells around the flat. I’d be in heaps of trouble as it is, if anyone found out I told you - 

Q: Jimothy, Jimothy, Jimothy - you didn’t tell me. I found your wand in a pencil cup. 

A: … You shouldn’t just go - rummaging through my things - 

Q: If mages are so dedicated to secrecy, why don’t they make their magic wands look like ordinary objects? Why not make a wand that looks like a fountain pen so that when someone saw it, they’d think, “Oh look, a fountain pen. How commonplace and not at all suspect.”  

A: … 

Q: Jimothy, how many magical objects are hidden around this flat?

A: That’s not - 

Q: Challenge accepted. 

More blather, resolutions, & tags behind the cut, because I’m never going to master the art of writing shortform for Tumblr. 😆

Robot overlords: I’m quite torn about using DALL-E 2 now, because of the discourse on AI-generated art and stolen datasets, but I’m still emotionally attached to the art that was part of brainstorming Rosethorn girl. 

After a lot of wrestling, I decided that I’m still going to share some of my favourite DALL-E 2 generations, but I won’t be generating any new ones. It’s a murky compromise, but that’s where I’m at right now!

My shit lungs: After three weeks, I’m finally, finally getting better and feeling more like myself. I'm still slow and shaky and crawling along at a snail’s pace when it comes to writing, but I’ll take it. 

My head hasn't been in a fandom space at all for the past three weeks, so I'm also excited to dive back into reading fic!! But on the writer side, I am going to continue to be gentle with myself and toss expectations for myself out the window.

Resolutions: Some 2023 resolutions, in no particular order: 

Be content with doing less. 

Prioritise your health & well-being over your productivity. 

Keep having good conversations with people. Keep listening. 

Show up for your beloved people the best that you can. 

Keep doing weird shit and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone, into your growth zone.

Keep doing art that you’re bad at but that you enjoy. 

Say goodbye to old WIPs - finish them, bury them, post them as they are, or otherwise let them go. 

Walk outside more, especially before writing, as your doorway into diffuse mode. 

Remember to do grounding/self-compassion exercises before, during, & after writing difficult things. 

Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. 

Pressure-free hello tags! @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @dohrnaira, @facewithoutheart, @johnwgrey, @larkral, @moodandmist, @nightimedreamersworld, @raenestee, @sailorblossoms, @whogaveyoupermission, @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe