#Tadaaa

[the-music-maniac]

How to get your brainwashed husband back - a tutorial by Roronoa Zoro:

Exhibit A:

Tiddies

Aka I got tired of crying over zosan angst

[firebound-press]

Todays book is Natural Satellite by @sixpossumsinatrenchcoat!!

I’ll be so real, I’m so proud of this book. I had the chance to take a book arts class for school, and for my final project I decided to go ahead and do a fic binding. This book is one I’d had planned out for a while, and this was my chance to actually create it!!

You can’t see it super well in these pictures, but the edges of the book are painted! And they have stars! So you’ll just have to trust me when I say it looks really really cool.

Honestly this fic is very important to me just in general. When I was first playing ISAT I was told several times completely separate people that I desperately needed to read Natural Satellite as soon as I finished the game, and they were very much correct!

For the typesetting I really wanted to try and capture the energy of the game itself, which I think I was able to do pretty well!

The title page is based on the orbital path of tsuchinshan-atlas, aka the second moon that we had for a few months last year. It felt very fitting for the contents of the fic hehe!

You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

[drippinonabuffet]

Drew them. I'm not the strongest in the field of digital art, oi oi oi.

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

Allez, on s'active, c'est lundi !

Ne cesse jamais de chanter, de danser, de vibrer...c'est ça la magie des vivants !

La vie, c'est pas juste une suite de journée qui passent... C'est une scène, un dancefloor, un grand show où tu es la star ! Alors ose mettre le volume à fond, laisse ton corps bouger, ton coeur s'emballer et tes émotions s'exprimer sans retenue !

Allez go go go brille, kiffe et fais de chaque jour une célébration ! 🎉💃✨️

Bon lundi et début de semaine à toutes et tous ! 🌞🫶

[rotting-ink]

Is there any if writers you dont like? Like no names if you want but was just wondering because u guys are humans and have feelings abt people so I was wondering .

I mean… I don’t know these people. I can not really enjoy an IF and not hate an author, if I don’t like an IF I usually just go and forget about it. I remember the authors I do rlly like tho so.

Anyway because I remember the authors I like the most, have a list of super cool authors I recommend!

@darkfictionjude for my favourite ever if- We Wretched Creatures (great game, I go insane at every update. Most recently I woke up in a fever and sent in an ask about snapping off Imre's garter at our wedding. I won't apologise.)

@doriana-gray-games for a fucking... Absolute surprise one. Sherlock Holmes: An Affair Of The Heart. (dude I've had a love hate relationship with Sherlock Media, love the books and the films and I want bencum and whats his mole face dead forever for the abomination that was fucking Sherlock. A fucking boomerang. So really enjoying this came as a surprise. I overcame hate to love. Yes, I am a sexy little Sherlock.)

@bacchanal-if has, you guessed it, Bacchanal . (GENUINELY, I hardly ever pay for a game but now I have a character's nudes in my back pocket. Fuck yea. I'm just enjoying it so much and I kick and giggle. )

As per usual, @evertidings for When Twilight Strikes (Blane I will get my hands on you one day. One day. Oooo you want me so bad. But genuinely, a great play, cool story!)

And time and time and TIME AGAIN!!! @llamagirl28's Bastard of Camelot. (It's... The most beautiful game to me. I love it so. I replay it as much as I can. I adore it so so much. I love playing evil incest baby.)

@debtofdeception-if has a choice script game, Debt of Deception! (I am looking forward to absolutely homewrecking my own family. I am going to live my best sexy life. ALSO one of the few games that introduce a kid that I care about immediately. I love my fucking sickly lil baby. I love you tiny child.)

[endversewinchester]

The Bad Batch: 3x15 "The Cavalry Has Arrived" headers! Like/reblog if you take any!

Thank you all for going on this wild journey with me and until next time ~

[rinadragomir]

Cassie's reply to "height difference" question and my attempts to justify this sketch and comfort you all🌿🌱

(she answered me on inst)

1 fear: "Why does Ty look....the way he looks? Comparing to other arts this thing is kinda upsetting"

My explanation: 1) It's something Cassandra Jean drew very quickly so Cassie could tease us, nothing more, it's a quick sketch. On her other works Ty is drawn... much more detailed? Ugh idk english. It's not an official thing, it's something they put in a newsletter just to say "we can't tell you anything, stop asking".

Arts for future books:

Arts for fun:

2 fear: "Does Ty grow shorter each year? They're trying to make a little soft uwu boy out of him and it's a stereotypical portrayal of autistic people"

My explanation: KIT SITS ON HIS LAP. HE JUMPED ON HIM AND REFUSES TO LEAVE. That would explain why his head is so much higher🩷 I'm also afraid of him being turned into a tiny fragile helpless boy, but let's not lose hope, cause SOBH Ty was great!

Listen, not so long ago Cassandra Jean made an art for SOBH featuring both of them in the same room. They're about the same height. Even if Kit ends up being taller in TWP, he won't be AS TALL AS A STREET LAMP comparing to Ty. All official arts featuring more...grown up Ty?... look fine.

Or maybe sobh art is some kind of visual illusion and it turns out that Ty and Anush are like "kitchen counter tall". They'll be badass inventors that you can put in a pocket and carry around.

Anyway! Don't trust quick sketches made for fun, trust official illustrations and 🌿don't worry🌿! Ty is a big boy, confident enough to go around with many unbuttoned buttons on his shirt👁️👄👁️And SOBH showed him as a determined smart guy he is! It's going to be okay🫶

I asked Cassie about it on Instagram and here's her reply!

[chiperti]

tge tging for @gummy-worms-in-my-brain 's rouxlbooke

[chainlxnk]

I literally need Fitz in Hanakos suit... I would literally kill myself for them. I'd become the 8th wonder but whatever. Luka help me

chewing on this idea omh

[handsomeyoungscapegrace]

Mayor Madeleine said its MY turn on the cunty Javert drawing

[dialtonetophat]

There she is!

Not me hyperfixating on some scary game abt dolls nope not me at all ahhahaha

also all i did was try to make Penelope fit in with a screenshot from the game, the background is not mine

[sunflowersunite]

Hange's birthday!! 🎉

For this year's birthday, I shall gift the Commander, the myth, the legend this sketch

it's art (fanart? does it count as official art if I'm a co-author?) of the vampire AU, specifically of Chapter 8 of Where My Monsters Like to Hide that I'm cowriting with @quillsandblades based on @addiej01's art

(nooo Levi's not blushing what are you talking about)

(5/9/2024)

[capricorncorvette]

Drew Lightning McQueen on the fridge

Drawing on the fridge with my sister and cousins, look at our masterpieces

So artistic

[eeveezandeeveeloutions]

Some eevee eveloutions I made.

[simplenefelibata]

Dean and Cas' chat after November 2020.

sucks that you're dead

Monday 3:45 a.m

did you know there's a gay cowboy movie? i think you'd like it

not because you're gay

well probably cause you're gay

Monday 12:02 p.m.

are u even gay? can angels be gay?

Monday 19:15

i pray to you every night. i have this stupid idea that maybe you can hear me

Wednesday 21:34

found a photo of jack on my cell. reminds me of you

Thursday 07:50 a.m.

are u ever coming back?

Thursday 23:23

eileen gave me a cigarette today and asked if you ever tried one. you would've told me, right? we told each other everything

Friday 15:45

sometimes i call you just to listen to your voicemail. how fucked up is that huh

im afraid there'll come a day when i won't remember what it sounds like

it scares me even more to think that i'll never actually be able to forget it

like it'll always be the thing i hear when i

Saturday 04:56 a.m.

the sky is damn blue today cause of the storm

it made me think of you

Saturday 1:08 p.m.

yknow whst fuck you

ypu had no right to do this to me. of all thw fucked up things you've done to me, this is the worst

Sunday 06:28 a.m.

[helianskies]

turkporrrrrrt :)

oh yes. i was in the mood for some hurt/comfort. teehee. turkporrrrrrrt >:)

Break

“This seat taken?”

João barely has the energy to move his eyes and look at Sadık, who has found him (much to his chagrin) hiding in a crevice of a local public park, about a ten minute walk from the building they’ve all been herded into for yet another round of utterly boring and fruitless talks.

It feels like such a farce. Keeping up appearances. Playing the game. João just wants to be at home. He wants to be in bed, tucked up in bed sheets while the day passes him by, uneventful, uninteresting, unimportant.

Modern diplomacy is just draining… In every way…

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Sadık decides, helping himself to the other half of the bench.

João takes a deep breath. Knowing the other, he’s ready to launch into some long, rambling, anecdotal conversation, and he isn’t in the mood for that kind of socialising. Yet, as the seconds tick by, the words don’t come. The rambling doesn’t come. The anecdotes don’t come.

João stares blindly at the bushes opposite. They sit about a metre and a half away and form part of a winding wall of foliage in this area of the park that has created convenient pockets of seating for people like João, who like to hide.

Only, the hiding hasn’t quite worked the way he’d hoped.

Evidently.

Still, the talking does not happen. Sadık doesn’t do the talking thing he normally does, attempting to kill the silence stone cold dead with warm, mirthful words.

Rather, a hand appears around his shoulder, and João is gently pulled towards Sadık. His head falls easily upon the other’s shoulder. He doesn’t fight it, and instead, he simply lets himself flop against the other’s body. He is at Sadık’s mercy—a mercy which, so far, does not seem so bad.

“Sorry to disturb your alone time,” the other begins to say a short while later.

By now, João’s eyes are closed and he is effectively resting—almost asleep—on Sadık’s shoulder.

“I wanted to check in on you,” he continues in João’s silence. His hand lightly rubs his upper arm. “Thought earlier on you seemed a bit… not like yourself. Everything okay…?”

João can only hum. He doesn’t have the words to begin explaining how he feels, what’s going on in his head, what he wants, why he tried to go into temporary hiding… Nor does he have the energy to do so. The willpower. The care. He just wants to switch off. Just for a little bit.

It isn’t something he says out loud—no words, no energy—but it seems he doesn’t really have to. Sadık doesn’t press. He doesn’t pry. He merely accepts the silence, and comes to place his head against João’s, a cheek against a crown.

They sit together like that for a few minutes. João’s eyes remain closed. Sadık’s mouth remains closed. They remain still, resting on each other, as the cold steadily begins to creep in on them.

A lifetime seems to pass.

A lifetime, followed by death.

“If you don’t want to come back, I can make an excuse for you,” Sadık offers on a platter. A very pretty, handmade platter. “Something tells me you need rest more than you need any more meetings.”

It’s a fair diagnosis, and a sign that João needs to get some kind of grip. He can’t be mute forever.

So João sits up. His hands go to his face. He rubs down over his eyes so hard his eyeballs ache for a moment. He takes another deep breath. He asks a simple, vital question:

“Why are you being nice to me?”

The other, usually so quick, so witty, so humorous, holds onto his thoughts for a moment. He looks at João, and João looks back at him through bleary eyes, and Sadık gives him a simple, vital answer:

“Someone has to be. Might as well be me.”

It leaves João puzzled—at least, until that starts to take too much energy, and he accepts the bewilderment as who he is today. He decides he won’t ask why he feels the need to be nice, and why it is João he’s chosen as his victim. Not right now. Because, to be honest, the niceness feels like the tiniest flame on a winter’s day.

João doesn’t want to risk it dying and abandoning him to the cold again.

“Is your hotel far?”

“‘Bout five minutes that way,” he responds quietly, jabbing a finger to aid.

“Neat sense of direction,” Sadık muses, now smiling, before he suddenly rises to his feet and turns to look at João. “Come on, then,” he says. “I’ll walk you back.”

“But… But I—”

“You need a break,” the other tells him matter-of-factly. So wise. So… observant. “I want to make sure you get it.”

Arguing is futile. He knows that. He also knows that he can’t sit there on a bench all day succumbing to how he’s feeling; the world isn’t just going to swallow him up magically, so he has to do something. And maybe… Maybe Sadık is right. He needs a break. He needs rest.

A nap sounds kind of good, the more he thinks about it…

Sadık, in the end, does walk João back. He walks João back all the way to his hotel room, in fact, and makes sure he takes off his shoes, takes off his jacket, takes off his badge, and gets comfy in bed. Then he closes the curtains for him and puts João’s phone on silent so no one disturbs him.

“If you need anything,” he says as he returns to the side of the room nearest the door, “just let me know. I’m not far away.”

Drowsy and dazed, João thanks him, grateful for the pillows that cushion his face and start to cradle him. He closes his eyes once more and welcomes the peace he is beginning to feel. At last.

A kiss is pressed to his forehead.

Footsteps pad away.

A door opens.

A door shuts.

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