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[astelbanana]

hi. holds out one hand. fellow pcfc fan? favourite character?

I am pretty new to pcfc, but so far I am really liking Vee. Also Skew seems really cool so far, if not a little evil, but I like that in a character.

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[turtledotjpeg]

girls who go 🧍

[vinelark]

really excited to share this preview snippet from my fic in the upcoming @timdrakeflipzine!! along with a preview of the spot art by the one and only @mammutblog 💪⚔️✨🌋🦴

[fiveredlights]

happy 202-five 🥳🥂 (sorry i think i’m hilarious)

as it is new year’s day, it only felt fitting to write a little snippet of glitter on the floor max and daniel celebrating new year’s alone—or so they thought. (1.2k, G)

“I feel like we’ve forgotten something,” Daniel says as Max passes a flute of champagne to him. Below them, the hoards of people wanting to catch a glimpse of the fireworks over Port of Monaco grow louder, as the clock ticks down till midnight. “Or someone.”

Matilda’s stuck in London after her flight was delayed. Lucia’s out with Andie and their friends at some Michelin star restaurant somewhere. Gary and Steve are probably destroying the new chair they got after they destroyed the last one. Molly is sleeping soundly on the sim chair in their office. Daniel’s next to him on their balcony, curled up on the sofa with two blankets and a puffer jacket on him.

(Two blankets because Daniel still refuses to wear shorts even when he’s cold.)

“I think this is the first year in a long time we’re spending New Year’s alone,” Max responds, tucking himself between the couch armrest and Daniel. “So maybe that is why it feels so weird.”

“Yeah, the house is so quiet without the kids. Reminds me of when we first started dating,” Daniel says, balancing the champagne flute on the armrest next to him. “Could do whatever we wanted without two children bickering in the background,” he murmurs, turning to face Max and sliding his frozen hands underneath his shirt.

He nudges a knee between Max’s legs and slots himself on top of him, swinging a leg over his thigh and placing his weight on it. Max reaches up and threads his hands through Daniel’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss but it’s hard to take him seriously when his puffer jacket squeaks at every movement.

“Daniel,” Max murmurs in between their kisses. “Daniel, your jacket.” He tugs on the zipper, trying to get his husband to temporarily part with it when Daniel pulls back.

“Daniel,” he says again. “Your jacket. It makes that sound that you know I do not like.”

“Aw. But I like this jacket,” Daniel pouts, like he doesn’t know that Max has been trying to get rid of it for the past twenty years. Every time it’s in the donation pile it mysteriously finds its way back into their closet, front and centre.

From behind them, there’s a big slam from the front door, before a voice yells down, “I’m fine!”

Max is about to chalk it down to one of their neighbours being drunk and confusing the apartments for one another, when the voice comes echoing down the apartment again, with three knocks on the door.

“Papa! Dad! Can you open the door? I think I broke the lock.” Max and Daniel take one look at each other, before pushing themselves off the couch and making their way down.

Lucia is standing there with a sheepish look on her face, a box of pizza in her hand. Andie’s next to her with a nervous smile. “I tried the code and it wasn’t working, and I left the keys at Andie’s place. Sorry.”

Daniel waves them in, hugging them as they walk past. “All good Luce. Thought you two would stay out longer?”

Gary and Steve immediately saunter down the hallway, tails up in the air and weaving between them. Gary lets out a long perfunctory meow at Andie, who picks him into her arms, bouncing him like a baby. He can hear his purring, even from a distance.

“I just don’t think we’re fine dining people,” Andie explains. She has a finger underneath Gary’s chin, scratching him to his heart’s content. “Plus the restaurant doesn’t have Sir Gaga, does it?”

Lucia pulls a face. “Absolutely not. Sir Gaga is worse than Gazza. I am not letting you name our future children, your track record of names is terrible.”

“Don’t listen to her Sir Gaga,” Andie gasps in mock outrage, walking past her and out to the balcony. “You have a wonderful name, Lucia’s just jealous.”

Molly comes trotting out of the office, sitting herself right in front of Lucia. She shakes her head fondly, following Andie with Molly in tow. “At least you have a normal-ish nickname, don’t you Mozzarella?”

Daniel takes a moment to process Molly’s nickname. “Mozzarella?”

“You named birds, Daniel,” Max says bluntly. “So I am not sure you can talk.”

They’re about to move back to their outdoor couch when the sound of keys jingling in the lock plays. Max opens the door to find Matilda on the other side, two suitcases behind her and slightly frazzled.

“Did you know they wouldn’t let me into the street until I proved I lived at the apartment? And of course none of my ID showed this address—why would it show my parents address—and this cop was such a dick to me,” Matilda rants, yanking her suitcases inside.

“Oh my god, I am never travelling on New Year’s Eve again, that was horrible.” Matilda looks at the door behind her. “Did you change the code?”

Max waves his hand around. “Lucia timed it out. We’ll fix it in the morning.”

The broken door lock offender sticks her head out of the balcony door, pointing at her sister with the pizza box in hand. “Why are you here? I thought you were stuck with Riley in London,” she asks, using air quotes for her back half of the last sentence.

“No, I was actually stuck in London, don’t do the air quotes,” Matilda shoots back. “Why are you here, I thought you and Andie were at that fancy restaurant or whatever with your friends?”

“We got hungry, so we left,” Lucia explains.

“At a restaurant?”

“The portions were really tiny—look, shut up. Maybe I just wanted to eat pizza with my fiancée at home instead of wondering if I was using the right fork or not,” Lucia says pointedly, shaking the box. “Do you want the pizza or are you still judging my restaurant choices?”

Matilda practically vaults over all the living room furniture and snatches the box from Lucia, almost planting herself on top of Andie when she jumps over the back of the outdoor couch.

Andie slides a soft drink across the coffee table towards Matilda, who downs a quarter of the can in one sip.

“What?” Matilda looks around at them. “I refuse to pay for bad airport food, this isn’t a new thing about me.”

“Where’s Riley?” Andie asks instead, passing another soft drink across in preparation. “I thought you two were going to visit his parents in Colorado?”

“Left him in London,” Matilda mumbles through a mouthful of pizza.

“Matilda!” Daniel chastises. “Are you serious?”

“I did ask if he wanted to come, but apparently staying in a hotel overnight was more appealing than flying back here, so.” Matilda shrugs in a way that definitely tells him she’s annoyed at him over it. “Would rather spend the new year with you guys than in some random hotel.”

There’s a silent pact between them to not push too many questions about Riley on Matilda. Max could barely keep up with the way they were bouncing around each other at the very beginning.

They’re all saved from accidentally saying the wrong thing when the fireworks start. Daniel startles with the loud bangs echoing across the sky, scrambling to get his jacket off the floor and pulling the hood over his ears.

“Pretty cool fireworks, right?” Matilda asks, looking over at them. Max stretches his arm over Daniel, pulling them all closer.

Daniel slides his hand into Max’s underneath the blanket, squeezing it three times. “Yeah,” he exhales. “Pretty cool fireworks.”

[ivymoonstudios]

elriel late night cooking/baking 💞

@elriel-month prompt: new beginnings

[nuvimuvi]

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[sysig]

Pretty clothes for you! ✨ (Patreon)

[heuffopla]

Got invited to my very first creator's market next month! A queer one too so even better 😎 More infos on that later but for now take some drawings I cleaned up because they'll be made into STICKERS! How exciting!

[lale-txt]

Love the bingo event but 2 cards for readers vs 6 cards for writers is foul, why not more 😭😭😭

is it really foul or do just have no idea how long it takes to write sth

[reiney-weather]

my heart in the dimly lit aisle

Heyyyy so I just got around to drawing one of my absolute favorites from @nextsoundofthefuture !!! bright <333 followers expect more and also read the comic because it’s so good. firmly gripping my brain also

[blue-unifox]

Sgg robbed us of the option to choose our Reader’s kind of species so I’m doing that myself

[angeart]

Hiii I would like to participate in the ask game! 🍄?? :))

hi hiiii! <3 love u for participating!

there's actually one version of answer for that question already >>here<< but dw u get one too!! :3

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

i think this became obvious in wild life but i noticed that both scar and grian are providers in their own ways when given the right space and a chance for it. but if we take them as a pair and put them somewhere safe like hermitcraft, i think it shows a bit differently than when they're deep in a life game.

grian loves to give and take freely, without boundaries. he loves sharing and feeling involved and a part of things, and he wants to give that feeling back. he gives gifts and goes out of his way to organise little or big ways to connect; he leaves cryptic presents and silly pranks; he swarms with attention both direct and indirect. that's his love language.

but consider. he does get tired. and he has nightmares sometimes, and he sleeps badly. and when he wears himself out, he sleeps in a lot; a near-nocturnal birb, useless in the mornings.

somehow, he sleeps better in scar's bed. in ways he can't quite grasp (it's the warmth and sense of familiarity and safety), it somehow feels more restful.

and scar happily lets him! he's soo happy whenever grian sleeps over. he'd love for it to be the normal, minus grian's fatigue. there's that edge of domesticity they both crave but dance around admitting to wanting it.

so in turn, scar's love language is to make sure not to wake grian up when scar gets up early. and it's to make sure that grian wakes up to the smell of fresh warm coffee and pancakes. it's companionship of pointless rambles far from heavy topics, and quiet laughter and warmth of a home and hearth, and borrowed swreaters and cat cuddles. it's indulging grian's anticts as well as his sulky moods, and offering him homebaked treats and distractions to lift the mood.

so just think of that morning scene. an exhausted grian sleeping in until noon, light streaming through the window, sunrays dancing across his wings, and— scar's leaning against the doorframe, eyes soft and so, so fond, with zero intention of interrupting or waking grian up. he knows the man needs the sleep, and he's so happy grian feels safe enough to get it here.

and the coffee is warm, and the pancakes are fluffy and ready.

>> question from Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[iwanttofuckereh69]

my beefleaf contribution for @tgcf-reverse-big-bang !

I was lucky enough to be paired with not one but two phenomenal writers who took the time to craft amazing fics based on this art. BE SURE TO CHECK THEM OUT BELOW!!! @gaycowboyjesus, @aerialights - I'm no writer myself so no wonder I lack words to express how honored I am that my artwork inspired you both to create those absolutely breathtaking stories!

🔗 butchered, tongueless by @aerialights

( twitter | tumblr )

Sometimes, looking at Shi Qingxuan feels the same as looking into a mirror, and no matter how much time passes, this part of their shared existence always chafes. Across lifetimes, He Xuan will always find Shi Qingxuan.

🔗 we all have a hunger by @gaycowboyjesus

( twitter | bluesky | tumblr )

He watches her that night, like he hasn’t done in months, a specter outside her bedroom window, a breeze in the dark night. Her things are, as always, scattered around her bed where she dropped them upon falling asleep. He can’t help but take notice that the fan is in a place of pride, tacked up on the wall next to polaroid pictures of — he realizes with a start — the two of them. He remembers her taking the pictures, shoving that too-big retro camera in his face and squishing the two of them together tight enough that He Xuan’s cheek brushed against hers. He shakes the memory off and watches her sleep, her chest slowly rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.

[itscuntingseason]

no matter where i go.... no matter where i look.... my favourite friendship trios always end up being another version of trobedison

[piecesofchess]

i'll always find it funny how i havent changed much about able over the years except making his hat just a little more round