#anyway goodnight xD

[miyakuli]

Now I think about it, I fell ill just before playing the awful Virus & Trip bad ending x))) must have been divine intervention xD

[marblerose-rue]

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the planes of existence

[akabendyfan]

ANYWAYS @alsojnpie i made a thin g😭

[xlocalkatzx]

something i never understood about dreamtale

how is dream SUPPOSED to win?? i mean, technically, (from what i know!) in canon, Nightmare has like 999 lives, teamed with Killer, and can only be harmed by dream himself.

Dream has 1 life, and teamed with Swap. (99.8% sure this is true)

Listen ok. I love Swap. but.. up against someone with an lv of 19 or more, im not quite sure theyre "equals" in the end?

not to mention, hes still got his own AU?? he has his own things to do???

i dont know, its just a thought. i've always seen so much about dream and nightmare fighting and whatnot right. it always seemed like there was a crazy power imbalance??

ESPECIALLY in the "fanon" versions i see with this literal 5v3 they got going 😭 (IM NO HATER!! love that one too)

[capn-twitchery]

i wish i wasn't so busy tomorrow bc i have a wip i wanna finish so i can show people So Fucking Bad but i have to WAIT

AGH

[mossmx]

I wanted to post bitching about the stupid tv series set decisions, where witchy room always have the random dried stuff hanging everywhere always (Gaius has them, OUAT had them the last episode whoch got me like uhhhh)

but then I realized I have a big-ass amount of Alkekengi officinarum branches hanging in my room exactly the same way

(I still mantain it's a cheap set decision and absolutely random, but you know what... I guess them magical and medieval sciency peeps need these dried random stuff XDDD)

[blueberry--zombie]

I've been thinking about a danganronpa × a shit of characters from different shows, games, movies, media blah blah blah since last year and the only thing I've done with this concept besides imaging it in my head and adding two more sequels is just draw the ideas lol

I'LL PROBABLY WORK ON IT WHEN IM MORE CONFIDENT IN MY ART SKILLS LOL-

HOPEFULLY ONE DAY IT WILL BECOME A REALITY

Anyways thank u lennardd for danganronpa 69 for the epic idea that has been roaming free in my brain for so long it should be paying for rent rn

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 3, day 11

Late art tonight for dealing with life bullshit reasons, but we've added lightning! We also did an animation for it but that's gonna take like 15 minutes to render and I need to go to bed 45 minutes ago sooooooo

[hualian]

hmmm I wonder who could be tomorrow's final character for the tgcf season 2 countdown,,, Guzi or true form Hua Cheng hmmm

[lanternlightss]

okay gotta go to bed soon. submas spam is now over!! (for now) (apologies)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

me: wait, what if there was another reason he threatened to go back to being homeschooled?

me, an hour and a half and 1,424 words later: uh. whoops.

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Girl who's been waiting for her mom to come say goodnight to her only to realize her mom's been asleep this whole time XD

[coralsgrimes]

Sooo over the months I been typing these long ass coral life stories, very agitated may I add, but then the frustration wears off so I just been deleting the shite cuz why would anyone wanna read any of that.

Tho I have a fuck me story from today x.x

So imagine me just coral girlblogging making fun of Benny and then!!! A call! Sadly it was our lab technician and when he's calling it's gotta be real bad. But ye know there's this storm coming so maybe he just updating me about the department whatever they came up with??? Nooooo he did not xd

Lemme break it down for ye cuz like;

1. One of the cleaners walks by our cold room, feels that it's unusually warm around

2. No idea how long it took but the cleaner eventually tells the guard who comes by and is like oh it's fucking boiling

3. The guard calls our technician who comes by and decides the cold room is fucking broken

4. He calls me, while imma trying to girlblog, to come cuz it's a disaster

Sooo, I sent thousands of messages in our lab group chat asking who was the last one in the lab Saturday night and who's coming later today cuz I would appreciate the help. Still have no idea how long the cold room was boiling. Anyways it was me, the technician and later later later one other girl came by but she had her shite to do too so was not mucha help. We moved everything that was in there to freezers, cold rooms and fridges all over the building and in another fucking building cuz one thing about science - there's never enough space and so it happened that our cold room is the biggest in the building cuz we stock shit tons of media. And the problem is that the stuff there is big like bottles of reagents, media and I just made like a 200 fresh plates last week that might all be bin material at this point x.x so it was like impossible Tetris to put it all elsewhere lol and I had to make fucking lists of where each lil fucker went

Then I sent thousands of emails to PIs of the other lab groups in the building and everyone else in that circus to say yeee sorry to stuff yer fridge but our cold room is a sauna now soooo had no choice xd

And then, since cold room is a critical equipment, we called the service right, like to get to the shite and fix it they have to get on the roof cuz idk why but all the cold rooms in the building are like that apparently. So tonight/tomorrow it's stormy so no one is getting up that fucking roof, Tuesday maybe? Nope, they said MAYBE they can get someone to take a look on Friday....

Just so ye all know, the temperature in the cold room is supposed to be between 2 and 4 degrees. It was 26??? me think when I came, and then it was 39 when I was leaving xd it stinks and is so dirty I will probably have to deep clean it after it's fixed

And now, the storm is coming and I love rain on my roof windows but not the stormy about to kill me red weather alert rain and wind. Fun x.x

I do obviously blame Benny cuz the timing is absolutely not a coincidence lol I may make no sense but Imma so tired xd gotta come in late tomorrow as a treat and also after the worst alert is over xd if the power dies then I might even get tomorrow off cuz funny thing when there's no power they do have a generator back up, tho!! it can't power the whole building so if that happens they disconnect all equipment and all sockets and turn off the automatic lights and shite so that only freezers and fridges and incubators would take the power lol meaning no one on site. Let's pray actually 🙏 could use that lol

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Unfortunately, y'all: This is solidly a ★★ book for me. I had enough beef with this book that I jotted down a List, and the List got Out of Hand pretty quickly, so I figured I'd share it here.

First, though, I did enjoy parts of this book! (That's why it's ★★ instead of just ★.) I was pleasantly surprised how much overlap the orsine had with the setting of the writing project I'm working on currently (which is why I bumped this book up the TBR in the first place)--the fuzzy/foggy/unsettling/eerie/liminal vibes were on point. Also RIBS, MY BELOVED, what a showstealer, and I did adore the keywrasse, and I liked Alice and Charlie and Brynt and Coulton (RIP) and Marber (mostly). I, like @sixofravens-reads, also appreciated the lack of conventionally attractive female characters--they all felt distinct and (mostly) real to me, and I was digging that.

However. That's about all I was vibing with. I have a very long list of Vibing Against, so it's tucked under a cut here, buckle up:

A few (high star) Goodreads reviews mentioned that this book was Messy but they still loved it. I'm on board with Messy, but overall I did NOT love it, because I felt like its sins outweighed its merits. This is mostly a very petty list, be advised.

The first thing I wrote down on my "ORDINARY MONSTERS BEEF" list (yeah, I did this at work today) was "GRATUITOUSLY WORDY," which. coming from me. means you KNOW it's bad. Things that killed me included calling him "Jacob Marber" almost every damn time (c'mon--there's only one Jacob OR Marber), and, similarly, switching between calling Charlie either "Charlie" or "Charlie Ovid" within the span of a paragraph, for...emphasis, I guess?? It didn't need emphasis, it was just weird. I'd let it slide if it weren't on so many damn pages, and if there weren't SO MANY DAMN PAGES in the book! Like it's a hugely easy way to reduce wordiness, which, at 658 pages, this book needed. (There was also a passage on page 415 where there were only two (2) characters in a room talking to each other, and one of them said "Miss Quicke" to the other THREE TIMES IN A PARAGRAPH!! ma'am 1. no one talks like that and 2. IT'S THE SAME PARAGRAPH HOLY SHIT.)

Some of the vocab was jarring to me. It was weird (haha) to see "weirdly" in a book set in the 1800s, but at least that's not borderline anachronistic, like "liminal" (first recorded in ~1875) is--while "liminal spaces" is exactly what I was looking for, reading that phrase in a scene set in 1883 was jarring as hell. (You see the level of nitpick I'm at with this, though, this is what I mean by Beef.)

Also on the prose and style front: The long rambling sentences that relied on "and" after "and" after "and" or stacked up prepositional phrases one after the other in a long unending string weren't lyrical enough to justify their neverendingness to me. I wasn't holistically impressed with the prose, and the occasional stylistic shifts weren't QUITE consistent enough to be differentiated character voices. Miro certainly made some Choices™, on both the sentence level and the whole book level.

Among those Choices™, unfortunately, were several things that made me go Yikes (ie - the graphic brutality the only Black (teenage!) character faces, and how that's HIS INTRODUCTION IN THE BOOK; the repeated emphasis on Tokyo being ~dirty~ while London in the same era was Not unilaterally described this way--like there were mentions of London's muck, but that wasn't the ONLY description given; etc) or just side eye him in general (ie - we started the book with a POV character who was around for most of the first part and then we dropped her, never to see her again??; random side quests in the aftermath of a litch attack in which Charlie, injured, alone, in a new country, is...picked up by street children? and helps them do a crime??? why did we make this detour, it served NO purpose, we never hear about it again; we did some weird timeline bouncing within a decade/parts of this monstrous tome, but the weighting felt Unbalanced; WHY WAS THE CAST SO SLOPPILY HUGE BY THE END, you can't 1. call a bunch of random children "unnamed kids" literally on page or 2. KILL A BUNCH OF THEM OFF and expect me to care, because we never met them?? you didn't even NAME THEM??? it could've been impactful, and it's not like he didn't kill off child characters throughout the book, but. c'mon, dude; why did we get a paragraph of ~talents lore~ and then nothing more from the Educational Bits? any talents that weren't represented by a kid On Page felt woefully underdeveloped and unconsidered, and at 600+ pages that just feels like a hole in the worldbuilding).

The information we DID get, when we got it, mostly felt dumped, not organic--lots of characters who Know Things monologuing at our reader analogs, which is a valid strategy! However! There were so many pages, and it happened SO MANY TIMES, and yet I STILL feel like I don't know enough about this world or this magic, for how long I spent wading through it. The book really, truly, did not need to be this long. (I did discover that this isn't the author's first book, it's just his first book under This Pen Name. He writes lit fic under his real name, apparently, which honestly helps me a lot: This was NOT a debut, which is how he got away with the excessive word count while I'm staggering through the Trim and Tighten Mines over here.)

The characters did hold my interest, but I had a few issues there too. I'm fond of Alice as a concept, but I kept forgetting that she was a detective?? We spent a lot of time in her head, and she didn't THINK like a detective--she was badass, for sure, but not like. solving anything. Or piecing things together. Or asking the right questions of the right people at the right time. It could've saved a boatload of Child Endangerment if she had. Ma'am please go investigate something. Anything. Also: She was so NOT maternally-coded at the beginning (very emphatically the opposite of that, in fact), and then she meets 8-year-old Marlowe and that does an about-face, and it just felt. very out of character. Like she can care about a kid without turning ~maternal~, y'know?

Speaking of the 8yo: I was peeved that he was CONSTANTLY being described as small/little/tiny. Are 8yos really THAT tiny?? I feel like 5yo, sure, but 8yo is, what, a third grader? I dunno, I was just irritated that we kept hammering this home. Yeah, he's a kid, yeah he's little, but gosh please don't remind me every time he does literally anything.

I'm also not sure I trust Miro to have written a fully blind woman who's been blind all her life well or correctly, ESPECIALLY since she inhabits the weird liminal space bigger-on-the-inside school? I feel like a place with secret tunnels and stairwells and doors SITUATED ON TOP OF A MAGICAL SITE is perhaps a tad trickier to navigate than, like. a normal house. And maybe he did a good job! Maybe he handled this fine! But I'm not familiar enough with blindness to have a vibe check on how he did, and, again: I don't really trust him on this front. (Or on any front, if I'm being honest.)

Also SPOILERS but. Brynt's death. Felt so pointless and deus ex machina, EVEN THOUGH WE SAW HER GETTING TO THAT POINT. Like dude HOW did you manage to make it feel both deus ex machina AND utterly senseless (it solved their immediate problem but also. traumatized the 8yo. or SHOULD have, at least). And Harrogate should've died at LEAST three times, based on her injuries--my suspension of disbelief was strained All Over The Place, but about her massive injuries especially. (And about the logistics of carrying an 8yo outside a moving train, and just like. everything. about that scene. where there are literal children involved, since those children have NO experience at this sort of thing. Everyone should be smeared in the train tracks or the fucken mail car, we shouldn't even have made it to the school.)

Anyway. I was hoping this book would be like STRANGE AND NORRELL (based on cover and period similarities and the magic synopsis), but it wasn't. This was "Exploiting Vulnerable Magical Children: The Doorstopper, Part 1," full of bad guys and worse guys and even worse guys who we thought maybe were good guys, without a ton of moral or ethical substance to chew on--there was POTENTIAL, here, and it wasn't realized. Everybody with real power just kind of sucked, and it ended on Book 2 Bait (this absolutely doesn't stand alone, so: I plodded through 658 pages for WHAT, exactly??).

Like I said up top: The vibes were good liminal spookiness, and I did also love how body-horror-esque the magical powers were, but. The things I liked weren't enough to save this book for me. I will not be reading the sequels (though I might bother people who do, just to see how it All Turns Out, even though I imagine that'll be Messy, too). Good luck and godspeed to those of you who still have this on your TBR; I hope it turns out better for you than it did for me.

Books of 2024: ORDINARY MONSTERS by J. M. Miro.

Swinging from a teeny tiny read (A SHINING) to this behemoth, which weighs in at 658 pages (that's like. uh. nine (9) SHININGs, never mind about the word density per page).

Did I know this is the first book in a trilogy? No. Did I know the trilogy is not yet complete?? Also no. Will that stop me from reading it now anyway??? Wow, you guessed it: No.

I'm always down books featuring corvids in the cover art and kids with mysterious powers, AND the "man made of smoke" that the jacket promises sounds Very Intriguing. All I know going into this book is what the jacket tells me, though, so I'm excited to be surprised!

[writers-ex]

i scream, you scream 🔪

ghostface!ryujin x fem!reader

warnings: trigger warning, phone sex, g!itzy, masturbation, horror themes, this isn't too accurate to the movies bc im too chicken to finish the first movie TwT, noncon

word count:847

kinktober ff, first attempting after a long time of writing, I’m not out of hiatus just yet but I wanted to have a part in this smut’s festivities xD enjoy besties

despite all the news and gossip from school your day was going surprisingly well, a bit too well making your stomach turn as you walked home. entering the door you began checking every lock and hole was closed tight before retiring into your living room waiting for your parents to return. mindlessly watching a tv show you get a text saying that their plans were taking longer than expected and assure you that they would be home before you went to school the following day. wrapping your arms around each other in an attempt to calm yourself down you decided the best place to be was room, turning off the tv you stand up to walk over when your phone begins to ring.

"unknown caller...maybe it's from their hotel room? they did mention that they would call to wish me goodnight?...hello? mom? dad?"

"scary night, isn't it?"

"huh?"

"being all alone at home must make you scared, perfect time to watch a scary movie wouldn't you agree?"

chills travel down your spine when you recognize the tone of his voice, chaeryeong had mentioned it one of the last times you spoke to her. it seemed to be just a rumor or tall tale to scare the freshman but now hearing it for yourself you felt your knees go weak.

"w-who is this?"

"i just wanna play a game." remembering the consequence of those who hung up on this ghostface killer you slowly make your way to your room and shut the blinds clutching your phone.

"a-and what happens if i refuse?"

"well i'll just tell everyone about how you masturbate every night to a certain female student~" your cheeks redden and breathing becomes short and shallow, wondering how they knew that detail your thoughts are cut off with their harsh words. "if you don't want this secret to get out or for me to come in, there's something i want you to do."

"wait you don't know-" a quick faraway knock on your front door makes your eyes widen and dart to the source of the noise. immobilized by fear you stay completely frozen in the center of your bed.

"you getting scared?"

"...n-no."

"then follow my rules and i'll let you off with a...warning." whimpering a response, the voice behind the phone chuckles and sighs contently. "all i want you to do is show me how you would get off with ryujin if she were there. let me hear every noise you make and don't hold back or else~" your brain and body still haven't comprehended the request leaving you quiet on the other side of the call, they get impatient and sigh. "here let me help a bit…” after a brief pause and muffled movements the other caller clears their throat. “hey doll~" snapping out of your trance you hear ryujin's voice and begin to tremble. 

"ryujin? what are you doing with that psycho?? have they hurt you in anyway?"

"i'm ok doll, just a bit bruised but glad to hear your voice. although i was told to keep talking to you and you would do the rest?" remembering the request, you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

a tear falls down your face as you spread your legs open sliding off your sweats and panties. trying to focus on ryujin and her voice you circle around your clit wishing it was her tongue slowly tasting you. opening your legs wider your fingers trace your inner thigh as the ryujin in your thoughts grips them open before eating you out. your fingers sliding in and out of you causes you to let out a breathy moan, ryujin's tone quickens making you finger yourself faster as your fantasy starts building up towards the climax.

your back slightly arched you move your other hand to play with your nipple making you grit your teeth to stop a loud moan from being heard by your crush when the phone call goes dead. unaware of the silence from the other side nor of your front door being picked and opened footsteps closer to your bedroom door.

"hey doll!" a tight knot in your stomach began to form when your eyes open to reveal ryujin hovering over you with a long black robe on. an evil sly grin written all over her face she gets on your bed and pins you against it. "i had to see this part for myself, i've always wanted to know what it felt like to make you feel as good as you sound some nights."

your mouth opens but words fail to come out as you watch ryujin strip bare with red stains splatter across her chest. her erection is clearly evident as it teases your entrance, gripping your wrists above your head she bends down and gives you a long hungry stare licking her lips as she takes the time to see each curve and bump on your body.

"from now on i promise you are not to be alone again. let me finish what we started on the call, be a dear and give me a loud scream won't you?"

[tadpolebrains]

I love your headcanons <3

I wanted to request one for Gale and his love on their first morning together in his tower in Waterdeep.

Ayyy ty! Glad my random rambling is enjoyable XD <3

First Morning in Waterdeep

• I’d imagine that the night before the first morning waking up there is when there would be a lot of emotions. It’s as you’re both getting there, knowing you’re about to have what is probably the first full night of proper rest in weeks that it sets in for both of you that… it’s over. There’s no more tadpoles, no more netherbrain… but also no more Netherese Orb.

• That’s what hits Gale the hardest that night. Because this tower is where he spent his prolonged time in isolation because of the orb, waiting out his days. There’s still scattered magic items around, dozens of books and random papers all over the floor, it’s… a mess. He’s a bit embarrassed about the mess at first, briefly considered trying to cast an illusion so you wouldn’t see it, but… well, you’d seen him at his worst already, hadn’t you?

• You probably wouldn’t have believed him if the tower was spotless anyway. Or Tara would have called him out.

• Regardless, when you two get into bed that night, on an old, creaky mattress that Gale swears he’ll get replaced if it bothers you, you fall asleep in each other’s arms. Gale cries that night, whether from relief, grief for the years past, or joy for the future, even he couldn’t tell you. But neither of you say anything about it. Just hold each other close.

• You lightly trace the place on his chest where the orb used to reside as he starts to drift off.

• You don’t technically get a first morning in the tower together the next day, because it’s past noon when you finally wake up. You’ll count it as morning, though.

• Neither of you even particularly want to get up at first. You’re warm in the bed, and for the first time in weeks there isn’t a need to force yourselves up. So you lay there together.

• Gale will mumble small things every so often. There’s no real order to them- for once, you have the time to make idle conversation without any looming threats over your heads. So you talk about everything and nothing, not even caring about what time it is.

• He idly traces patterns along your skin as you lay together, or lightly taps little rhythms.

• When you do get up, it’s because you’re both hungry. Though Gale does offer to get up to make ‘breakfast’ (it’s well into the afternoon at that point) and bring it to you in bed, he also just doesn’t want to let go of you. So you end up standing there, arms slung around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder as he cooks.

• You might distract him a few times, pressing lazy kisses to his cheeks, his neck. Breakfast ends up a little burnt. It’s perfect, though.

• Once you two decide to actually function, he gives you the ‘grand tour,’ which consists mostly of him pointing out random magical trinkets or going on long-winded rants about some of the books strewn about. If any of the books seem to catch your attention, he puts them in a designated pile so you can find them later.

• It isn’t long before you’ve both just settled back down again, whether on a couch or just getting back into the bed. Gale picks up one of the books from the pile and starts reading it aloud to you, Tara coming over to curl up at his feet.

• You drift off to sleep that night to the soft sound of his voice filling the air like a lullaby, feeling a gentle kiss on your forehead as you slip off, and a murmured “goodnight, my love.”