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[theriverbeyond]

crafters. in front of you is a pair of scissors. above you is an anvil. your task, should you choose to accept it, is to keep track of these scissors for 8 consecutive crafting hours. you are not allowed to lose the scissors, misplace the scissors, give up and purchase new scissors, or use a kitchen knife, boxcutter, or exacto knife in desperation. if you fail, the anvil will fall on you. your time begins now

[numum]

i finally got an ipad :’D

[chocochococoffee]

cumplane au where after too many drinks, shen yuan "proposes" that he will let Airplane eat his fucking pussy as a bet if he sees him buying yet another chapter of that filthy flaming hot garbage called PIDW because last episode had been so horrendous he would seriously stop losing money on That. Of course, Airplane, drunk and with his dick in hand, accepts. He even raises the bets. "Then I get to eat you for each episode bought then!!" That sounded unfair, but SY was too busy bitching over how terrible the newest episode had been. Fine, see if I care. Take my address, enter this apartment, if it happens, HAHA.

It happens, of course. Shen Yuan wakes up, curses loudly at having too much drinks, buys the newest PIDW episode and goes to shower.

When he finishes his bath Airplane is already there. He sees Shen Yuan in just a towel.

He takes it as an invitation.

(By the Extras, Shen Yuan is the one willingly sitting on Airplanes face)

edit: take it as you might but i like to think that sy is just programmed to buy sqh's shit story at the moment. he bought 500+ eps of trash fire, whats one more? and then after fucking up he found out :)

[a-cat-in-toffee]

friendly neighborhood ghost included in house purchase !

[aheathen-conceivably]

Tiny Town Applicant One: Roan Mcgovern

Dreams of living off the land always seem mighty far away when land is just so expensive. So when Roan saw the advertisement for Moonwood Mill Tiny Town, submitting an application was a no brainer. Only cows and chickens and horses (oh my!) may be too big a dream for such a tiny plot, but that's something she'll have to worry about later.

*Although Roan rolled the horse riding skill, I am including all types of animal husbandry for her so that her gameplay isn't as tied to one world (Chestnut Ridge) and she can interact with Tiny Town more easily.

[cursedbekoi]

Framed some incredible art I got from @quezify

[no-see-um-incorrect]

David does not encourage vandalism as a pack activity at all….however

When Darlin comes to David with the idea of TPing and egging Alexis‘s house for Halloween… he reconsidered 

[arendaes]

same ghosts in a new home

I've been trying to find some writing prompts to turn to when I want to write but don't know what, and when these prompts passed by my dash earlier I knew I found the list to pull from. I used a random number generator to pick which prompt to write. Up first we have:

same ghosts in a new home (961 words)

Fandom: Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous

Rating: T for implied sexual activity (nothing graphic)

Ship: The Commander/Daeran/Woljif

Other notes: Second Person POV

In some of the books you’d read in the past, you’d run into descriptions of the lingering effects of an argument. You’d always dismissed them as poetic hogwash. But now, as you stand in the middle of the sitting room of our new home, you could swear there was an echo, the last vestiges of heated words and raised voices falling back through time to haunt you. 

Truthfully, you're not sure what you said to set Woljif off, or why I was upset with your refusal to apologize. We knew what you were like by now, and you thought you were being nice. Though, if you're being honest with yourself, you know how your words can land more like poisoned barbs than playful jabs. This fight might not be entirely your fault, but you're not completely innocent in it either. 

With a sigh, you turn towards the liquor cabinet, situated right next to the stairway you once sat in waiting for us to join you in. You remember the soft words and the heated embraces, reminders that your melancholy was as ephemeral as it was unfounded. Even now, the memory brings a small smile to your lips. “You will never pale into insignificance.” “You're stuck with us, Your Excellency.” 

To the hells with it. Abandoning your original trajectory, you turn towards the door. Judging by the light filtering in through the window, you have a couple hours yet before the sun goes down. Perhaps you have a plan, perhaps you just want some fresh air. Either way, you’re out of the house before you even realize it. 

****

Now, as for you, Woljif, you had stormed out of the house into the backyard. It was still mostly an overgrown ruin, a choking tangle of weeds and debris that I intend to one day transform into a garden bursting with life. The only thing of note was the small part of the Sellen River that flowed through it, a sliver of pure, bubbling water that you once spent an evening frolicking in with Daeran and I. The memories are pleasant, and the guilt that pervades you at their arrival is entirely unwelcome. 

With an aggravated sigh, you pull one of your daggers out of its holster. Even now it’s a habit to make sure you’re armed. Maybe there will come a day when you don’t feel the need, and when it comes, that’s how you’ll know you’ve truly lost your edge. With a frown, you toss the knife at a nearby stump. It sticks with a loud thud, not unlike the sound the door made when you slammed it come out here. 

Your edge…that’s what this about. Just two years ago you were still running with the Family and scrabbling to get by day to day. Now, here you are, married to two of the most prestigious people in the country and the beginnings of a home to call your own. This is something you should be happy about, and you are! But there is a part of you that feels like you’re betraying everything you’d ever known, stabbing the boy you once were in the back for the first shred of kindness and love that had been shown to you. 

You pull the dagger free, all the anger in your veins dying as the blade comes loose from the wood. Daeran didn’t mean anything by it, but the quip had been phrased just right, careless in the way only someone who’d never faced such hardship could be. Now you know that the wounds of your past still stung.

Taking a deep breath, you flop onto the stump, staring out into the sunlit water. Just a few more minutes, then you’ll be ready to go back inside. Whether it’ll be to make amends or fan the flames again, you’re not sure. But judging by the loose grip you have on your dagger, you are so much more tired of holding grudges than you realized. 

****

At least, I want to believe these are the thoughts that ran through both of your heads. Earlier, when Daeran’s comment landed poorly and led to the most explosive fight I’d seen you two have since the Crusade, I’d felt perfectly useless. All of us still carry the ghosts of our past, and we’d spent so long trying to bury mine that I’d forgotten that you two still had yours to deal with. Words cannot describe how inadequate I felt as a partner in that moment.

Now, the three of us are lying on the floor of the living room, my shortcomings only still plaguing my own mind. You two had made up hours ago, and we carried on our evening in the way newlyweds are wont to do. But as you two drifted off to sleep, I found myself lying awake, haunted by my own, brand new ghost - the one borne of fear that one day I’d lose both of you. I’d been so wrapped up in the tangible ways that could happen, I didn’t realize all the other ways it could happen. 

The two of you lie on either side of me, your hands clasped below my breasts as your breathing evens out. The floor is far from comfortable, and the throw pillows from the couch aren’t much better, but just being here with you two…it doesn’t make it more comfortable, but there’s no other place I’d rather be. The crackling fire wants to lull me to sleep, and I know I should rouse you two before morning comes and the housemaid finds the three of us lying here naked. But for the moment, I am just savoring this moment, and thinking of ways we can help our ghosts to play nicely together in our new home.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Replenishing the Nonfiction Stack; or, We're Calling the Book Buying Ban a Wash, Officially.

I am not, apparently, immune to coupons for niche nonfiction that's directly up my alley (octopus minds and RUSSIAN OWLS, hello??? Thanks, bookshop!).

I thought perhaps the BURGLAR'S GUIDE would also be covered under said coupon, since it was publisher-specific (alas: it was Not, but we might as well bundle for shipping purposes). And then while I was shopping IRL for gifties I found a copy of ROOM, which has been on my list for...ever? So! Hopefully these will hold me over on the nonfiction front for a minute!

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[howdoyousleep3]

never in my life have i wanted a Daddy more than i do rn 😭

[green-and-grey-kenaz]

As much as I love my German speaking Blacks headcanon, there is nothing so English as speaking only English, assuming everyone else just has to get with the picture and if the language barrier is still a problem, talk louder.

[nitw]

i put the black monolith in len's room to remind him of the inevitability of cosmic entropy

[pepsinister]

going back and forth on whether I should spend a thousand dollars on a big battery that will let me run an electric blanket in my car

[derpu-doodles]

—Late Night Flight

my piece from the @huntlowzine, Half Witches, Whole Hearts: A Huntlow Zine!! orders are being sent out, and I believe there may be leftovers as well if anyone would like to purchase some!!