#Maudlin

[skelleste]

Mad Tom and Mad Maudlin, OCs based on the famous 17th century mad poems Tom o’ Bedlam and Mad Maudlin’s Search.

[maeowl]

✨An autumnal look for my huldra, Maudlin, to visit to the Autumn Court in! ✨

[thepixelatedcactus]

OC is maudlin by @skelleste

man...

[ganglygamer]

"Scott drinks seawater and then eats a cold dill pickle on a stick: The art dump".

Random vacation drawings I did featuring @skelleste's characters, all of whom belong to them. The first was just a random idea of what would happen if Scott tried to quench his thirst with seawater and shriveled up as a result, and the second I came up with after seeing that poster on the boardwalk. Also Scatterbrain and Maudlin have an altercation with seagulls.

[two-crabs]

instagram has been showing me only ads for the weirdest clothes. anyway if these weren’t at least $150 a pop my entire wardrobe would look like this.

[howifeltabouthim]

'I'm not interested in the future . . . I want the past back.'

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[tangerinebonfire]

LiveJournal and Lapsed Friendships

I've had "back up livejournal" on my to-do list for about ten years at this point. I finally decided to do it today. After I pulled down all my posts, I clicked onto the friends tab to see who was still around. The most recent post from anyone was 2020, and most of them were closer to the mid-2010s. A few people fully scrubbed their blog.

It feels weird to see the last snapshot posts from people I used to be close with. It's weird to realize that those people are gone. Like, even if I sent one of them a message today, I would get someone else -- whoever they are now 10 years later. They'd be confused to hear from me.

I've been having this unsettling feeling lately (like, past 5 years tbh) like I am living my life in the space after the credits have rolled. Everything used to feel urgent and real and immediate, and it just mostly doesn't anymore? I'm not sure if this is just how life is after your 20s are over or if it's because I live in the suburbs.

[marieslocket]

Dear Beloved,

I like to think that you're the melancholic guitar riff and I'm the screamy vocals. You're the symbol crash and I'm the distinct bassline. Even in my drunkenness and in my sobriety, you're all that I think about so I don't think to feel bad about myself.

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Havelock Vetinari, Sybil Ramkin Additional Tags: Ficlet, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon Summary:

You do the job that’s in front of you.

That’s what Vimes always said, wasn’t it?

[little-silly-things]

hahhhahahahhahahahahahah

maudlin shit again

(she is a lesbian werewolf who is buddies with the very horny gender alien vampire man in the attic)

[motleywolf-et-al]

rereading fool's fate...

i know everything that's going to happen.

i've participated in endless discord discussions about multiple aspects of this book and this trilogy.

i've devoured probably thousands of pieces of fanart centered on this trilogy, and at various times i've savored, tasted, gorged myself on, or gobbled down quite a few fics related to this part of the series.

truly, i expected that my emotions on reread would be more blunted because of this history and because of the time distance between when i first read this book and now. surely there could be no way my heart would be shattered in a million tiny little pieces driving themselves into my tender internal organs like ice picks this time around.

surely!

no way.

...

as you can guess, that is not what i'm discovering, as i sit here wiping tears from my face and irrationally hating fitz for actions yet to come in the last trilogy (namely, forgetting the effects of torture halfway through FQ when he both went through it himself in RA and witnessed a small taste of it via the pale woman), while simultaneously bleeding internally with the foreknowledge that i'm just at the beginning of the Dark Times in this book.

this time hits different because i know how it ends. this time, i'm already heartsick halfway through the book, and filled with dread to read the rest.

this time, there is no hope. only a broken heart, broken well in advance.

[skelleste]

Some sketches of what Maudlin might've looked like at various ages. Years are not in human years (she is actually 56 in the last one).

5 - Googoo gaga.

15 - Grew out her hair as a teen before the mental illness became unmanageable.

25 - The mental illness became unmanageable. Probably leaves home at some point to live on the street.

45 - Starting to get grey quickly. Probably meets Tom around here.

65 - Branded with a heart mark for alleged crimes while waiting for Tom to be released from Bedlam.

[maeowl]

I see a ttrpg and go "is anyone going to play a bad mother?" and then don't even wait for a response.

Anyway. Vasilisa and Maudlin are on opposite ends of the bad mom spectrum and I'm so proud of them both. AND they both have great outfits

[not-this-crude-matter]

PAX weekend has been a challenging time since 2014, and very challenging since 2019, but it's a hell of a challenge this year.

[two-crabs]

thank you so so so so much mibs @basket-of-loquats for this STUNNING portrait of maudlin!! they're perfect and i can't stop looking at them.

[shapedforfighting]

I'm still trying to live a life while dealing with this disease

Today we chased storms two hours away from home and witnessed gorgeous lightning and a beautiful wall cloud

But all I can think about is how we didn't see a tornado

And I am one day closer to dying