#also majority of this is still a wip

[mcd-brainrot-hours]

tell me about how the relics work in your rewrite + what aphmaus connection with irene is, if there is any

(sorry if youve already talked about these things!)

i’ve talked about the divine warriors but not about their relics yet :3 majority of the stuff i have for relics im still not exactly sure if im going to change it or not but here’s what i have for now. i dont know if ive changed much from canon or not, its been a while since i watched mystreet s6

in order for a relic to be made, someone’s soul has to be sacrificed.

irene wasn’t always human, she was once a god. she begged to be with the humans to help them. she was granted her wish and turned into a human with her immortality. the only way she could access her godly powers was through the relic she spawned with. the gods had compressed her abilities into the relic. irene wanted to create relics so she could have companions like her on her journey. in order for a relic to be made, someone’s soul has to be sacrificed.

she’d already found the perfect companions, she just needed to gift them power. irene experimented over and over again to make relics, she would use her own people for the sake of it- they thought they were just going to help their beloved matron with a small experiment, not killed for the sake of magic.

the first successful relic she made was shad’s, using their very own daughter. irene believed that if she used someone close to her beloved friends, she could created the perfect relics for them. she’d never tell them where she got them from. and so, irene lured the closest person to each divine warrior and used their souls.

despite being “human”, irene would never be able to feel the emotions her friends felt upon discovering they wouldn’t find their loved ones. she gathered them and offered the relics as consolation, never telling them who each relic used to be.

shad was the first to discover the truth and he wasn’t very happy. the rest of the divine were too focused on irene’s happiness to even consider that their own relics used to be someone they loved.

ok really quickly onto what each relic does

there are limits to what the wielder can do depending on their experience but i’ll list what each relic is capable of. right now, i have the system working to where each reincarnation cycle of the divine makes their relics more powerful, even if the warrior isn’t reincarnated/the wielder is a descendant

the matron - the matron’s relic has the capacity to heal any injury, cure any sickness, and revive the fallen. no one but the matron herself can wield this power and even she can suffer the consequences of using too much energy.

the destroyer - polar opposite of the matron’s- tin and yang- where the matron can bring life, the destroyer brings death and decay. the wielder can destroy anything they desire in an instant. in order to prevent the relic from becoming too powerful, the original six shattered it.

the protector - the user can summon an diamond shield of any size and gains super strength. however, there are consequences to summoning the shields: the user will become exhausted when trying to summon huge shields or too many shields at once

the wanderer - grants the user the ability to teleport certain distances or connect any door to anywhere as long as the user has the location memorized in perfect detail. it can be very awkward if this power doesn’t work. the user is also granted navigational skills and the ability to read the stars for prophecies or futures (lore reasons for this that i’ll eventually make a different post for)

the fury - the user is granted strength depending on their anger as well as the ability to control fire to a certain degree. their mood can also determine the weather if they are feeling their emotions very strongly.

the keeper - the user is granted divine knowledge, they could learn anything from a book in a simple touch. they can also transfer knowledge to blank pages/books in a touch. they are given exceptional mage abilities.

^(most of what the relics can do is still a wip)

alrighty now onto aphmau hehehe irene’s favorite sacrificial lamb

aphmau came from irene, specifically irene’s conscious. it’s like she is irene but also not at the same time. over time, she is to accept her role and let irene take control once more but aphmau is stubborn and insists on being her own person. she can make a name for herself without the help of a goddess.

i think i might’ve made this post a little too long so i’ll stop there but thanks for the ask :)

[tj-crochets]

A photo of the other thing I’ve been working on: crochet market bags! My brother wants to make a bunch to give as christmas presents this year and I needed something very mindless to craft to keep myself sitting still so I can rest and recover from this darn cold, so I’ve been helping with the mesh portions of some of the bags

[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

sort of surprisingly, i've written a number of thousands of word this week, so i'm doing wip wednesday, i guess? (no the words are not all on the same project, yes at least a couple hundred of them are on something i'm explicitly not writing, no they're not all good or useful words, but we're going to go with it and celebrate the functional, thank you so much for your understanding.)

anyhow have…the start of a difang fic set just after they stop shan gudao?

‘Give him some space,’ Li Lianhua had said, and Di Feisheng had listened to him. After all, who knew Fang Duobing better than Li Lianhua?

But now, alone, Di Feisheng finds himself remembering Fang Duobing walking away, his head bowed. Li Lianhua would have wanted space. But Fang Duobing was not Li Lianhua. 

He finds him at the second inn that he checks. It’s the less nice of the two, and for a moment he hesitates. If Fang Duobing is here, maybe he truly doesn’t wish to be disturbed. 

He would know, though, that they would know to look for him here. Or, at least, Li Lianhua would. Maybe he only seeks to avoid his family right now. 

If he wishes to be alone, Fang Duobing will simply send him away. He hasn’t been shy of telling Di Feisheng to leave before, and this time, Di Feisheng will listen.

Decision made, he makes himself stop hiding his qi and knocks on the door. It’s uncomfortable, but he won’t force Fang Duobing to open the door to someone unknown, nor will he enter Fang Duobing's space uninvited, not now. 

If the door doesn’t open by the time he counts to ten, he decides, he will accept the dismissal and leave.

He gets to three.

Fang Duobing has been crying, but opens the door and steps back, nodding for Di Feisheng to enter. ‘Di mengzhu,’ he says, too politely. 

Di Feisheng shuts the door behind him, and Fang Duobing looks at him expectantly. 

This was a mistake, he thinks. He says, ‘I can leave, if you want. He said you’d want some space, but—’ 

‘That damned—’ chokes out Fang Duobing, and then he gulps air and turns away. Di Feisheng lets him, and waits. It’s a long time before Fang Duobing speaks again. ‘I thought… I thought this would feel different,’ he says, finally. When he turns around, his face is wet.

‘You thought you would feel free,’ Di Feisheng offers. Fang Duobing's head jerks up with shocked recognition, and Di Feisheng lets him stare. He knows they were there after him. He knows what they would have seen. Fang Duobing isn’t so foolish he wouldn’t have put it together.

[goldenspringmornings]

WIP Wednesday: The Dinner Scene

AN: I took a bit of a break from writing for a little while but I was going over this scene in my wip I remember not being happy with and now I think I was actually kinda cooking here so here's azriel ripping the ic a new one (my boi💙)

Feyre hesitates. “You, don’t think it sends a bad message if people see me learning how to fight- using weapons?” 

Azriel could tell the words weren’t her own, and mentally thanked Tamlin for repeating them enough for them to actually leave something of an impact on the girl. “It would.” Azriel confirms into the silence. Not out of any sympathy for Feyre’s ignorance, but to rub salt in the wound. “Prythian is in a delicate balance at the moment, and it’s essentially your fault- even if what you did was a good thing. Fifty years is a long time even for fae, most of the people you freed had given up any hope of leaving Amarantha’s Court. To see their very public, very young, savior readying for war? It sends a message that they’re still not safe, their families are still not safe.”

Rhysand’s anger is nearly a physical weight as Feyre curls in on herself and Azriel just wants to laugh. Whatever plan Rhysand had tonight was not Azriel’s problem. The girl didn’t belong here, and he had no problems being the one to let her know. She was and would always be closer to Jocasta’s age than anyone in this room, Made as a young adult or not, and it seemed it was high time someone reminded her and Rhysand both.

“What’s your problem tonight, Az?” Cassian finally snaps. “You’ve been weird all night.”

The gossamer thread holding back his temper breaks. 

“My problem? My problem is that you’re perfectly content to lie to this girl- promising something that you can’t give her. Selling your lies of a ‘Court of Dreams’ when you’ve done nothing to make those dreams real after five hundred years. You’re all willing to sit here, playing pretend and crying about how hard your lives have been, while the people outside of Velaris’ wards suffer and die for your negligence. Because Inanna was right. She’s always been right about you. You’re selfish, craven, miserable people who can’t stand to face your pasts so you’re content to wallow in centuries old grief and hurt and complain about how ‘change takes time’ all while you refuse to light the spark of progress you claim you want to reignite. My problem is that I’ve had to sit here all night, wondering just who it was I was sitting next to- because it turns out that I can’t recognize you. Or maybe it’s that I never knew you in the first place. And I’m ashamed that I let myself be fooled for so long.”

The shadows deepened with every frigid, clipped word, and cobalt Siphons flared in time with his breath. Rhysand’s eyes were black with rage, while Cassian gaped at Azriel in stunned silence. Morrigan was pale, looking at him like she were seeing the ghost of someone else. Feyre’s eyes were flicking back and forth across the table and she leans closer to Rhysand to try finding a new sense of equilibrium. Only Amren was even somewhat amused, her silver eyes half hooded and shining with interest. 

“Oh, and Rhysand? Your wife gave birth four days ago. You have a daughter.”

Azriel notices when Rhysand stiffens but his focus is on Feyre and the betrayal seeping into her eyes as she freezes then slowly inches away from him. He had never felt more vindicated. “Till death do you part, old friend.” He taunts, slipping into the shadows at Rhysand’s rage-filled growl.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey, I was just wondering - do you have an AO3? I see you referencing some fics/aus but I don't see a link or anything on your page lol. Love the art btw!! I'm living for the fantasy au rn.

Yes! but its all DC at the moment </3

[nekrophoria]

Some random age progression/experimenral relight pics

[anisohtropy]

kaveh’s really pulling the words out of my brain. this wip was supposed to be just quick practice writing kavetham before I start on my howl’s au for them, but it’s not done and it’s like 13.5k? what’s going on? how did I get here? this isn’t even a complicated wip it’s just my take on kaveh’s participation in the championship event 

idk something about depressed blonde man is making my brain go whrrr and kick out bangers like “guilt is as natural to him as breathing” and “the difference between martyrdom and surrender is nothing on the scale of the universe” like who comes up with that? not anyone who isn’t still unstable from finals that’s for sure anyway I’m almost done with it so watch out

[seiwas]

just a little update !!

been kind of on and off this past week because things have been busy (and i've just been too tired bfjshf 🥲). i'm not sure how this week will look but i'm hoping to get some reading done and a bit of writing too!! (currently working on: gym toji for my start of the year event).

i've been feeling a bit meh with my writing lately, but i'm trying to write through it 🥹 in the meantime, i finally got my custom theme working again!! it gives a more complete search when you look through tags, so if you're interested in some fic recs, you can look through my tags page for reference hehe.

that is all!! i hope everyone has a lovely week ahead 🥹

[phoenixtakaramono]

Kittens, I’ll be honest, I am getting a wee annoyed at the one remaining shadowban on my Twitter acc persisting. *stares mournfully* I just wanna post art on both of my socials and/or perform experiments to see if I can continue freely updating my little spontaneous drabbles threadfics. 😑

On the flip side, it’s been a nice one week social media break from Twitter lol. Then the shadowban got reinstated when I tweeted a pic of being freed from the Shadow Realm, which is very ironic and hilarious in hindsight. So if you saw that pic and then noticed me immediately ceasing all activity ever since, this is why.

Presumably after a couple more days or 1 week of inactivity (hopefully this doesn’t last 1 year), it should be all green again. I’ll probably wait a couple more days to 1 week more max before tweeting anything.

In the meanwhile, current plans for my stories after I come back from my writing break:

Truce ch3 will be next to be updated. The temptation is really strong to wait till S4 of The Boys airs because there’s a small part of me that’s afraid of conflicting what’ll undoubtedly be presented differently in canon, but I’ve been pacifying the urge by watching Gen V with the Boyscord boys. If you notice, there’ve already been mentions of Sister Sage, Firecracker, and even Tek Knight (*coughs* TK is more subtle because he’s only been indirectly foreshadowed via SwingWing in ch2 for ch3 and not outrightly mentioned unlike SS and F) in Truce. And watching Gen V, thankfully, has given me good ammo with the characterization of TK at least and given me food for thought with the Supe virus that’d been in the late Dr. Edison Cardosa’s possession now being in Victoria Neuman’s possession (*coughs* I can see the future bioweapon potential, especially if/when Billy gets his hands on it and he’s gone off the deep end).

I will do my best to keep Truce contained to 4 chapters only. *knocks on wood 3x* I did mention it’s essentially 12 chapters being condensed into 3, which then became 4 because I’d ultimately decided for chapter 2 to be split into two parts (ch2 and ch3). But at the end of the day, this was always intended to be a PWP and as a sort of gateway fic for people to be more interested in The Boys (TV) and spreading interest of this small enemies-to-lovers rarepair I’ve come to just adore. Somehow the self-indulgent fic where I’m just writing shameless old men p*rn became what it is today, haha, but I’m the type of writer who prioritizes “plot” and “character study” and worldbuilding so in retrospect it’s very on brand for me to write p*rn with some serviceable plot, haha.

After ch 3 is updated, unless I desperately need to take a break and jump to another fandom for a bit (*coughs* SVSSS), ch4 should be next to be worked on. This is also if I’m not hit by the strong urge to work on TNotG ch2. So what’ll come next after updating ch3 will be dependent on burnout and what strikes my writer’s whim.

But after ch4 is published and, hence, having finally completed the Truce saga (there will be a future Wedding oneshot I’ll write that takes place post-Truce universe and after a timeskip of events that won’t be covered in Truce because otherwise it’d be turned into a full on 20+ chapters, but that oneshot follow-up will be written sometime later), unless I’m heavily feeling TNotG (which is a real high possibility), what’ll be next to be updated is my Bingyuan magnum opus: The Untold Tale.

I’d written a little April Fools 2023 threadfic for TUT ch6 so if you’ve read it, you know what to expect. We’re bringing in Shen Yuan’s divine family. If there’s one thing I personally don’t like in my own writings, it’s having OCs in my stories unless it’s strictly necessary—so to strike a happy medium I’m bringing in technically canon characters (his parents, two older brothers, and little sister) but turned into PIDW fictional versions of “Shen Yuan’s” family, so technically this is my personal go-around to trick my own brain to not see them as OCs. There’ll also be a scene involving Bing gē. All and all, TUT ch6 is more of a transition and set-up chapter for the more exciting ch7, where we will get to see the transmigrated royal Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for the first time. And I will have an illustration of him and potentially Mobei jūn. But before we can get to the exciting chapter, ch6 has to exist first, haha. But I hope when I return—jfc, I see 1.5K of you have bookmarked this fic 😳 I am honored but also a little nervous, haha—that you’ll still love the story. <3 Having been in The Boys fandom for awhile with its modern lingo, I hope you don’t mind if I take the time reimmersing myself into the headspace of TUT’s C-novelesque writing style. It might take some time but the payoff will be worth it. <3 Because I do notice quite a few of you lauded the writing style of TUT in your Bookmark notes. Which I am quite appreciative for and humbled by, though it does require me to be in the mindset to write intentionally flowery prose, haha.

It’s during this time, since Truce will be completed at this junction of time, I should be slowly migrating over the four threadfics from my Twitter to AO3. If you know, you know. Three of them, as I said, will be adapted into long fics (the M3GAN-inspired AU, the Fix-It AU, and the Sugar Baby AU). I’ll categorize them under what I’ll likely be calling either the Who Dares Wins series (‘cause it’s the SAS motto, y’get it? *wink wink nudge nudge*) or the Shock and Awe series (because it’s also another military operation name). Whichever I choose, it’s because Scorched Earth had already been taken so to be unique, I gotta go for something else cheeky but hopefully easy to remember by—aka the series of AO3 fics adapted from my Twitter threadfics. <— The only caveat is if I discover writing threadfics on Twitter will still get me shadowbanned. If this is the case, then I will be relocating them early after my experiment has been conducted even before Truce ch3-4 and TUT ch6 are written. There’ll be no real update schedule right now for them; these fics will be updated spontaneously because 80% of the content is being adapted from content that’ve already been written so it’s a bit easier for me to crank out (it’ll just need to be polished). What’ll be slow is if there are any new story content that’ll be added to the polished long fic versions.

Lastly, what’ll be next after TUT ch6, unless I’m very excited to get started on TUT ch7, is a toss-up between updating A Prince and His Baron and The Name of the Game. It depends on where my creative whim oscillates to at this junction of time.

So this is the plan! Take it with a grain of salt for now if a different story of mine will be strongly speaking to me and I change my mind later on, but this is the current list I have of my update schedule, adhering to the pinned post on my tumblr. ✨

[quill-n]

CW// BNHA 364 spoilers, cartoon blood, implied character death

[VD] A mini animatic of several characters from BNHA filmed with hand-drawn paper puppets and recorded to a cover of White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes (the cover is by its.stanza on TikTok). It starts with Kaminari cheerily talking to Sero, who pauses and glances ahead at The Lurkers: Mt. Lady, Edgeshot, and Kamui Woods. It focuses on Edgeshot, whose red scarf is the only colored part of the video. He turns to face the camera, and the scene transitions to a younger version of himself, wearing his high school uniform. The next scene is of Jeanist (also in UA school uniform) tying the scarf into a bow for Edgeshot. The scene after that is the same, except they're both older, wearing their pro hero costumes now. Jeanist reaches out to cup Edgeshot's cheek in the palm of his hand, and the latter leans into it. It finally transitions to the scene from chapter 364, where Edgeshot sacrifices himself. The animatic focuses on Jeanist reaching for Edgeshot as if to stop him, tears visible in his eyes. It ends with Edgeshot's scarf on the ground. [end VD]

It's angst time.

Not an old tiktok btw!! I made this,,, very recently. I've had this concept in my head for like,,, two weeks lol. The song fits surprisingly well :))

[lytorika]

So I currently have a week off work and decided i'll make a ""quick"" and ""simple"" visual novel/dating sim for my original character blorbos and I keep forgetting that it does, in fact, take time and effort to make something. I kid you not i am somehow surprised every time i go "oh i'll have that done in a week" and then it's like no this is something people usually take at least several months for.

[thenatashapulleyuniverse]

3 unfinished (but i plan to finish them dont worry) pulleyverse fics being worked on at the same time....... this is a good idea of course

[oathkeeperoxas]

so apparently in order to "finish" my "wips" I have to "work" on them. it's in the name or something

[amyrafierceblade]

"Windrippers have evolved into two groups; Forest Windrippers and Cave Windrippers. The main difference between these two aren't so much genetics or inbreeding, because the two subtypes are not a separate species from each other, as much as build, flight type and dietary needs.

Forest Windrippers have evolved into being more stocky, stout dragons with wings better suited for distance flying and hovering, they have shorter snouts, smaller but broader ears, pupils that are more likely to be round instead of slitted, and a wider sclera/smaller iris to accompany their tendency to be in brighter areas, as well as the fact that they are more likely to live off of fresh game, common berries like blueberries and blackberries.

Cave Windrippers, however, are lean and lythe, disheveled and even boney/starving looks being common on a healthy specimen. Their heads are very narrow, able to fit into smaller spots for smaller prey, as well as defined cheekbones, double collarbones(present in both Forest and Cave, its just the first and second set of collarbones are more visible), and hind legs much longer than their front legs + wings are more built for acting as a second set of arms/stabilising/balance for when they stand bipedal instead of quadpedal. They also have longer tails, thinner wings built for gliding and darting, and they survive off of scavanged meat like bats, cave lizards, or, if they're lucky, a Maxillian Hell Beast(who's flesh is toxic and they've learned how to cook it enough with their flames to lessen/negate the toxin) as well as some cave berries(also semi-toxic, you have to stomach through those for years before being able to actually eat them comfortably) and, occasionally, halite rocks which are more used as a snack or supplement than anything else. Their pupils are larger, able to slit further and smaller while expanding wider with less sclera, more iris, and they have phenomenal night vision from living in low level light conditions on the regular.

The earliest known diversification of these two types is around ~18000 or so years ago (examples being: Phantom[Cave, and Gnash[Forest]) as the species started moving from the caves out into the world, however a regression occurred for the Windrippers who stayed(were forced) in the caves, and instead their evolution directed them for cave life instead of forest life.

Both types are wary of water, as it can soak into the stretchier part of their wing webbing(located between the furthest and middle "fingers" of the wings[not to be confused with the thumbs]) and cause extreme pressure + added weight and drag a Windripper to a drowning death in a large enough body of water."

I remade my species base, they kinda changed a lil since the last remake. I've given up on drawing sexual dimorphisim, whoever uses this base gets to hassle with that bit.

Semi-Open species, just ask my permission before making a character. I'll have you read the entire species information beforehand, but otherwise they're free to make, bases free to use, and fully editable per needs/requirements of the design. Don't sell/trade without letting me know though(not permission, just more of a heads up sort of thing), and I do get the option to buy back any character I sell that the purchaser decides they want gone(only if the person is selling the character though, I'm not gonna haunt your dms or emails going "i wanna buy that character back from you" if you still want the character)

At this point, I'm rambling, but uh, yeah, have a look.

[tracle0]

hi hi Trade, I am here because I simply Must know more about Elan immediately please and thank you (also do you have any tunes for him? just by the look of him n his vibe I feel like he'd have some bangers) mwah ok bye

:D HELLO

I'm tagging @khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh here as well cause you both asked about Elan and I figured I'd just babble a lil about them to both of you here, hello, thank you for your interest!!!

Okay okay okay Elan issssss yeah! A fucking mess, basically! They, they, they. Hmm. HMMM!

They're basically the result of a fun kidnapping and testing that was executed on a wide number of colour mages. Elan semi-volunteered for it, with zero intention of actually taking part, and then took part anyway. Sucks to be them.

I don't know an awful lot about the actual process, but the general aim of it was to see how much colour could be taken from a mage before they. Yknow. Fucking died. Which for most people was alarmingly far! Strip magic away and see how deep this colourlessness can go.

Alas, most of the people fucking died before anything truly interesting could happen. But but but! Elan did! Not! For various reasons I'm keeping disclosed, they were full of spite and rage and Vengence and decided actually, you know, I'm not gonna die, I'm gonna take this white you're pumping me full of and just. Harness that, thank you very much. Reject the magic you were born with and embrace this synthetic model instead.

Basically, edge 14-year-old brain went 'teehee evil science experiment character :)))?' and I went oh HELL yeah!

Elan is the kinda guy who likes gardening :)! Lil gardener fella! They've got a section of BigBad's base wardened off for Just Them, where they have a little living area and a big garden, where they spend most of their time, chilling out, feeling At Peace, crushing any sliver of green that starts to edge into any stalks or leaves. It is a petrified garden. It could not survive without them. They love it dearly. Sometimes, when they get overwhelmed or frustrated, they smash it and sob in its remains until it's replaced and they start the cycle over again.

They also stand as one of the first characters of mine where I looked at them and decided they wanted to be in a lil relationship, which is nice and good for them! Less good for them that it's, uh, with the. BigBad. The woman who funded and dictated the research that made them Like This.

The relationship is very much a. Toxic one. Power struggles between the two, knowing full well they've hurt each other badly and still coming back for more. By the end of the first book, they quite literally stab her in the back and ease her into her death, all romantic style.

Mmmm despite how things have been phrased, I think Elan does quite like being a White. They want more people to be White so they can understand how things are, how they should be. Very obsessed with perfection and cleanliness and purity. Bleached as many pigments out of themselves as they possibly could, and still finds the red of their blood to be grating.

I have exactly one (2) songs that vibes for them at the moment which I think you know both of, Monday? Tis 'The Quittin' Kind' by Eleisha Eagle and 'Pretty Little Head' by Eliza Rickman. Both vibe with the more toxic part of their relationship with the BigBad. Who has no name. Pretend she does.

Okay that's it! Bye! Thank you!

[h-i-raeth]

Time And Hearts Will Wear Us Thin (hanahaki deconstrucion fic) for wip wednesday? i love hanahaki deconstruction

WIP Wednesday Ch 1-3 on AO3 here

“And it didn’t get worse after I told you that you had to be out of your mind to make a move on me,” Robin continues, offering her hand to him palm side up. “Because I didn’t withdraw the affection I do have for you by rejecting you. Even though you didn’t land a single date with anyone else despite quite literally throwing yourself at a wide variety of eligible young women.”

Steve takes the offer, and Robin starts rubbing circles into the hand he places in hers with her thumb. “That would seem to be the case.”

“So. Maybe the answer isn’t to go throwing yourself into a rebound relationship."