#SKIV

[ayy-junipei]

Bri'ish Mikus (south and north)

[raedear]

You are inspirational

I'm an influencer

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Okay but like.

I don't WANT to do notes. I WANT to read my book under a blanket with a giant thermos of miso soup and a bowl of chicken nuggets and french fries with ranch dressing!

[bobbie-robron]

You just gotta learn to relax about life, seriously. (1 of 4)

Andy takes on a laborer, Ben Latham, who informs him Wilf used to have a mower. Victoria continues to say she’s ill (dipping the thermostat in a hot cup) so Jack gets Siobhan to look at her but she finds nothing (more like skivitis). Robert once again looks after Victoria. Hearing there’s a field doing nowt, Ben’s brings up to Andy about his mates maybe using it for biking as it’s good money for him.

23-Jun-2003

[etherealvoidechoes]

Hissy

[hypnoticreport]

hungover in work watching herobrine sighting videos with my coworker

[shardofsun]

ship bingo: any tf ship. i don't know tf ships

Megadrift bc I’m actually insane about pre-war/early war era Megadrift that either never became anything or broke up when Drift defected. I have multiple Megadrift character study fanfics in my drafts. I basically never talk about it but all of my Megadrift headcanons (platonic or romantic) play a big role in how I interpret the characters

[cozy-mecha]

[crowshoots]

having thoughts about making an oc that specifically has a homoerotic rivalry with jesper and calls them shooter mockingly. many thoughts <3

[laku-incarnate]

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hello I’m drunk and thinking about six of crows agaiiiiin (why is this a recurring phenomena???? Ah well can’t complain this has happened like twice now?? That’s not too bad tbf)

I’ve had a lot of Soc related dreams in my time fun fact

Anyway

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Wylan had precious few memories of his mother?? Even though he lost her at a similar age to Jesper, who remembers his mother clearly?? To Kaz losing his Da, who he’s implied to remember well?? (I have more thoughts on Kaz’s active choice to bury those memories and his freaking constant parallels to Matthias but that’s no relevant right this second)

Do you ever think about that in conjunction to Wylan being taken abroad and “everywhere” with his father all the time?? Bc sometimes I imagine Marya standing up to Van Eck in attempts to defend Wylan and I don’t imagine that was the only time she stood up to him (her defending Wylan is probably part of why he sent her away) and I wonder whether since we know she was probably not safe in her marriage (and probably didn’t chose it based on what we know of Alys and how the Kerch patriarchal system works) and I wonder whether to some degree Van Eck separated her from Wylan as some kind of effed up punishment for standing up to him because Wylan had very clear memories of going away w his father and is implied to have some kind of photographic/eidetic memory like Kaz in the whole card counting thingy so why would he have so few memories of his mother if not because he was actively kept away from her during those periods that he still has clear memories of?? Idk but ultimately van eck is a skiv and I wouldn’t put it past him to punish Marya by separating her from Wylan and like he wouldn’t out rightly state it but they both knew that was what he was doing yk??? Anyway that’s just a theory I have

I need to go to sleep

[ikethetimidbean]

I finally had time to sit down and draw my favorite warrior !! Drift as his humanized version! The character is based off of @breakdownsbuttlights version of him and the quote from the first pic is from @weapon-up-wallflower Flowers from a sidewalk crack & two cents from a dead end skiv.

I LOVED both depictions of him by both artists, and how more fleshed out he became in my mind and yet its all the more sad that we didnt get to see this potential being shown in the comics. And yet you guys are just nuts for somehow creating a compelling human to me:) And now both of your universes have merged into one for me !

I hope to draw more of this boy (along with the doc ofc haha) and everytime i do imma credit the heck outta u guys cause pp need to see your creation!!

[synfl0w3r]

RAIN WORLD MASS ATTACK Procastinated posting this for so long it took ages Close ups+credits under the cut

Left to right: The Flourishing from _Petri, (top) Yolkyslug from archiedragon, King from wolfsnail, Strawberry and her pups from @birdcatt, and Mouse who is my own slugcat hosting the banquet :3

The Shepherd from @brimal-baspid, Slug and Pup from @agent-ham, and the Sentinel from bloodycalico

The Starforger from @reveks/spider_silks, the Restive from windmoth

Moss from @bashzzey, the Firelight from @lowfivee

Mothcat from @passsionfish, the Patchwork from MaeMellie, and the illustrious Fuckface from @moonsofmachinery

And finally, Skiv and Ve from LyreScale! WHOO that took a while but I absolutely loved doing this, first time drawing so many characters on one canvas I think ever???? Really got that rain world brainrot carrying me when it came to drawing this one. Absolute blast, I hope every scug enjoyed the feast <3

[etherealvoidechoes]

“Ship of Thesuesing” older chapters of my fics so hard right now.

[tough-n-dumb]

#1 kanej pls. preferably pre-book 1 or even show verse but whatever works best!

thank you!! your wish is my command :) set pre-book 1 (i did change the phrasing of the prompt just a little bit just to fit the flow better, imo) i'm sorry it took a couple days to get to this. i had a difficult time deciding on what exactly i wanted to write and this is not quite the fluff i thought it was gonna be lol. hope you enjoy it anyway!

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” (Kanej)

(Content warning: references to Inej's time at the Menagerie)

The front door to the Slat slammed open and Kaz quickly ushered Jesper and Inej inside—the latter hanging onto the former for support and limping from a deep and bloody gash in her thigh.

"Get her upstairs—"

"Kaz, I'm fine—"

"Should we get—"

All three of their voices, speaking at once, were drowned out by a bellow from the first floor office and the man within it.

“Brekker!" Haskell shouted. "Get your ass in here!”

Kaz shot Jesper a hard and uncompromising look. "Upstairs. Now," he hissed under his breath. The two of them disappeared into the stairwell with quick nods. He didn't miss the way Inej's face contorted in pain; how a slight whine left her lips as she took halting steps forward.

Kaz stepped into Haskell’s office, barely held together restraint kept in every movement. Haskell was not as committed to this show of will.

"Would you like to tell me why the hell the stadwatch was here tearing apart the Slat not one bell ago? What did you do you little skiv?"

"I didn't do anything," Kaz grit out. "I told you we didn't have enough manpower to do this job the right way but you said—"

"Oh, don't try to put words in my mouth."

Kaz took a deep breath and folded his hands over the head of his cane. "Sir," he began, the formality sickly on his tongue, "if I may. This job was set up to go wrong from the start. We're lucky no one took a harder hit. That we didn’t lose anyone.”

When we had first seen Inej stumbling down the alley and coated in blood, he wasn't so sure that would be the case. Even in the dim glow of the street lamps he could see the ashen cast to her face. She’d been moments from dropping before Jesper careened around the corner and scooped her up into his arms, motioning frantically for Kaz to start running.

"The Wraith took a pretty serious hit."

Haskell perked up at that. "She's fine though, yes? I spent a lot of kruge on her and I expect to get my money's worth."

“Yes,” Kaz said too quickly, too confidently. But gnawing fear—fear he hated—settled deep within him. “That remains to be seen,” he corrected. And if she isn’t, I’ll have your head on a pike outside the Exchange.

“Good. Though if she ever can’t work as a spider anymore, at least we know she can make us money on her back,” Haskell said with a wink.

Maybe it was the sting of the Dime Lions and the stadwatch officers they'd paid off getting the drop on them tonight. Or maybe it was the way Jesper had been able to help Inej when he couldn't; when he could only stand there useless, shaking at the thought of another person he lov— he valued losing their life to his folly. But Haskell's words—useless garble he could usually tune out—broke a dam within Kaz.

“If you ever,” he spat viciously, “imply you’ll send her back to a pleasure house again, I’ll make you watch as I feed your shriveled cock and balls to the nearest pack of rats.”

Haskell’s face went slack, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. But it was quickly replaced by a dawning realization that lit up his eyes, clarity replacing the cloudiness of perpetual drink. He looked gleeful.

"Ghezen, boy! You're in love with her, aren't you?" Haskell laughed heartily, slapping a hand on his thigh. "Of course Dirtyhands would fall for his whore. Though I didn’t think you’d have it in you.” His smile was wide and grotesque, a suggestive eyebrow raised on his sweat slicked brow. The room seemed to narrow, the shadows gaining sharper contrast. Haskell continued chuckling to himself.

"She isn't mine and she isn't a whore.” The rasp of Kaz’s voice hid the way it rattled with anger. “She's one of your crew, a Dreg, and I caution you to remember that." It took everything within Kaz to keep his breathing level; his tone stern but placid. He sculpted his face into a wall of impassivity but his blood boiled and churned. If he didn't leave Haskell's office soon, his fist might accidentally find a target in the man before him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think she's sweet on you too. Though it's always hard to tell with those girls, especially Heleen's. She trains them so well, you know."

Kaz let his cane clatter to the ground and lunged at Haskell—one hand planted firmly on the desk and the other wrapped around his cheap, gaudy tie—and tugged until the older man was half-sprawled on the desk.

"Are you sure this is a conversation you want to have?" He yanked on the tie harder and Haskell made a choked, gurgling noise. "Because I can assure you it'll end with you losing a hell of a lot more blood than Inej has tonight."

Kaz released him with a hard shove, the jarring momentum sending Haskell tumbling backward in his chair and crashing to the ground. Kaz didn't wait for a response, just grabbed his cane from the floor and shoved the door open hard, the hinges groaning with force.

A handful of Dregs stood statue-still in the common room, eyes bulging. He saw Pim open his mouth to say something before Anika promptly smacked him upside the head and pulled him and Rotty away.

The trudge up the stairs was long and laborious, his breath coming in hard pants that weren't entirely from the climb and his aching leg. He paused on the third floor landing outside of Inej's room and heard gentle murmuring coming from the other side of the door. Jesper said something he couldn't catch, and Inej let out a tinkling laugh that made Kaz's heart jump.

He stood frozen, tempted to knock—tempted to burst into her room and see with his own eyes that she was okay, that she forgave him for the night's errors. He didn't.

what's the job and what went wrong? idk! just go with it! thanks for reading! again, this is pretty different than what i initially planned and it's still a bit rough, but i hope it was still a satisfying read!

fic prompt meme

[lunargambits]

Are you artblocked and annoyed at everything you fucking draw? …… make a 30m doodle of Astarion in his skivs watching Bridgerton. Can recommend 👍

(between the drama and the costuming you know he loves to love and loves to hate it all at once)