#anyway anyway anyway. not necessarily finished

[creaturefeaster]

if there's one thing about me it's that i love to make a Fucking Character Charts...

[astralzeraphias]

are you going to shoot me, mulder? is that how much this means to you?

[luckyashes-art]

One of my friends made a series of polls, putting the main cast of PJSK in the Hunger Games- And Emu somehow made it out on top 😭 So I decided to make art of it GRAHAH

Oh silly thang,,, put thru the trenches,,

[bogkeep]

every night maia drazhar should receive forehead kisses from his nohecharei, his secretary, and when applicable his wife also. it is only right

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | nil 3/?

[shroomerr]

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! here's some of my fave/most popular art I did in 2024 <3

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye?

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

[dreamsy990]

i kinda love how casual the queerness in the murderbot diaries is. yeah theres only like one or two couples that ARENT confirmed to be poly. yeah rami is this new gender we just made up. explain? what are you a cop? yeah murderbot is aroace and uses it/its pronouns but far more importantly it is deeply depressed. like so much of the queer stuff in mbd is just!! not a big deal!!! and i kinda love that vibe!!!! like i think the most queer scene in a series where every character is queer is probably just like. that bit where mb has something adjacent to gender euphoria after buying its own clothes. and its only like 2 paragraphs. idk i like it I LIKE IT!!

[leverage-ot3]

sorry to keep personal posting but my day fucking SUCKED and ended with me dropping one of my brand new earrings from a set that I just finished cleaning down the drain, took the sink apart and still couldn’t find it 🙃

if y’all feel like asking a leverage/misc question for thoughts or headcanons I’d love to answer them in the morning! or even if you just want to say something about your day- I just like hearing from you guys 💖

[touchlikethesun]

i've just posted the first installment in what i'm calling my whirlwinds series, following different characters' experiences of the brazil fling. this one centers on oikawa and the end of the "fling."

[banannabethchase]

For the prompts fae dating fluffy please.

Fake or Date?

~

There was no ship attached so I created one based on something that has been tickling the back of my brain for a while now. Set in a universe I've been thinking about where the Time Quangle was manipulated by a group of billionaires, but one extra was created so all the Intrepid Heroes get sent into New York to defeat the billionaires.

~

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“It is not!” Fig hisses, yanking at Adaine’s arm. “See? People are already paying attention to us more than anything else in here. Riz will be able to get in and out of that family’s restaurant in minutes.”

“I am unsure anyone is going to be that interested on the two of us going on a – a – a presumed date in that douchebag’s restaurant,” Adaine says. She wants to reach out and grab Fig’s hand, but she’s not sure if she’s allowed to. Even if this is al supposed to look real.

“The douchebag's parents’ restaurant,” Fig corrects. She boops Adaine on the nose and, frankly, it’s a little startling. Adaine’s not used to be prodded like this, in a romantic kind of way. She’s not sure how she feels about it, which is strange all by itself. Usually she hates it. “Come on. Hold my hand.”

Adaine feels herself turn a bit pink, all the way to the tips of her ears, and it’s hard to walk into the restaurant even though people are talking. Maybe that’s actually why it’s hard. “Or,” Fig says slowly. She slides her arm around Adaine’s waist and leans in, lips at Adaine’s ear. “Ayda likes it when I hold her close when it’s busy like this.”

“Should we really be discussing your girlfriend while we’re undercover as going on a date?” Adaine whispers. Fig’s hand is incredibly warm. It’s cozy.

“Ayda would love to have you on board, if you were up for it,” Fig says, and it’s so casual Adaine almost misses what she’s really saying. She’s stunned enough that she allows Fig to guide her to the little table, right in the middle of the restaurant, and enough eyes are on the two of them and hostess as they sit that no one even notices Riz duck into the kitchen. “But anyway,” Fig says loudly, “I’m so glad you agreed to come out with me. One date, and you’ll see.” Fig winks.

And Adaine, who rarely has this reaction, feels something uncommon but not fully unknown, flutter in her stomach.

[overly-verbose]

A little update; I've gone absolutely bonkers with writing between panicked revisions for Exams™ and thus can announce that Part 8 is gonna be around 16~k words (most likey somewhat above 16k tbh)

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[smallmightsupremacy]

That's his hand babe, he's gonna yeet the vestiges into shiggy!!

See, I've had a few other people tell me that, which completely makes sense. But, I was more focussed on how the star looked like something familiar

Something very familiar

[skrunksthatwunk]

KAIJI YOU'RE HURTING MY FEELINGS KAIJI

[hekateinhell]

"The creature stared at him, its eyes shifting in its skull as it scanned Lestat from his abdomen to the top of his head without blinking. Then it did the most uncanny thing… It smiled, its lips pulling back to expose its teeth, two fangs on either side of its mouth pressing into the generous bottom lip, hard enough to draw a drop of dark blue liquid that trickled down its rounded chin.

Lestat's thumb darted out on sheer instinct to wipe it away, dismissing the silent alarm that sounded deep within him. The creature leaned into his touch, its skin unnaturally cold as Lestat grazed over its skin, angling its head as its mouth closed around his fingertip, suckling him while its hypnotic gaze locked him into place. The inside of its mouth was slick and smooth, far cooler than the outside had been.

A shadow of rational thought lingered at the edge of Lestat's consciousness, urging him to look away and retreat to land.

Mermaids, sirens, the legends of Melusine. Fairy tales spoon-fed to small children by their mothers and childhood nurses as they lay spellbound in their beds. Lessons in morality, obedience, and discipline, don't give in…"

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