#also about the flower

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi! Thanks for the tags @monbons and @artsyunderstudy!

I've actually been writing this week which means I finally feel like I can share again. Also peep the new banner, it matches the new green of the rest of my account. (Just don't look too closely at the flower, i drew that really quickly and i think the green ruined it but oh well).

I have some ideas that I want to do for the COC! Thinking of ideas for short fics has been really fun and refreshing. I don't have anything that feels solild enough to share yet, but just know i've got something cooking.

And I've been writing (oh so slowly) more of The Way We Are, mine and @alexalexinii 's COBB. I hope to post the 3rd chapter soon! Here's a snippet from that (i honestly have no idea which parts i've shared before, so if you've seen this already shhhh no you didn't):

“Can I get you anything?” comes a voice from the kitchen. I turn to find the redhead who opened the door standing with a glass of dark red blood in her hand. My fangs itch behind my gums. Human blood. “No, thank you,” I say, voice clipped. “You sure?” she asks again. “Could get you water? Blood? Tea?” “What kind of blood is that?” I ask, words leaving my mouth in a terrified rush. (It’s a stupid question—I know it’s human.) “Not sure,” she clicks her tongue. “I think it’s… B positive? I can check if you have allergies.”

Next chapter i start throwing the OCs I made for this fic into the mix. i hope people like them!

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[fandom-draws]

One in a million.

[hinamie]

corvidae

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[kavaleyre]

“After 200 years, you can forget how much color there is in the world.”

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[lazylittledragon]

my absolute favourite genre of transphobic propaganda is when the caption is like “look at this poor, confused little girl who was forced to mutilate herself :(” and the picture is just the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life with a full beard and a body that would make thor weak at the knees

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

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[lamboficarus]

Gravisphere Crisis

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

[lyndentree63]

Oohhhhhhh. So far, all of Aabria's Dimension 20 seasons are intensely literary Misfits and Magic - Harry Potter ACOFAF - Jane Austen, Bridgerton Burrow's End - Watership Down, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, Animal Farm, 1984, etc.

There's something delightful hearing her talk about not coming to TTRPGs through high fantasy like Lord of the Rings and Wheel of Time, but yet there's so much bookish influence on her GMing work. Diversify the literary influences!

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[gvalesdraws]

caduceus because i love him so much

[nidbaesenpai]

Dressing up as a different person for Halloween sounds like something that would be a big hit in the land of change!

(I love the visual of Bonnie, Siffrin, Mirabelle, Isabeau, and Odile linking arms and singing We’re Off To See The Wizard)

halloween in vaugarde... i love the idea that halloween would be just another holiday in the long list of change holidays thats all about wearing masks and facades.

[llitchilitchi]

more Slovak Miku! this time in folk dress from Čajkov with its iconic horned cap

[doctorsiren]

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