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[an-acaster-a-day]

Day 24 of Daily Acaster Pics!

(Source: Alan Davies- As Yet Untitled)

[panelshowsource]

[edwardcathalbyrne]

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.

[inkedmoth]

hmmm thinking about the Old-Story, I'd have to change it a lot for it to work within Alcazar, but at the same time it would possibly result in some more of the geographical and magical world building getting sorted.

I know Alcazar has leylines of magic, along with confluences or 'springs' of power, but it's never been something that's relevant to the stories I've been working on.

But this Old-Story was centred around them. Admittedly they were also drying up, which I can't have if the rest of Alcazar is all hunky-dory, so I'd have to figure out why the effects are isolated to one area/continent, verses across the world.

Can the leylines and confluences shift? could one originally magic rich area be slowly losing their source of power? How does that happen, and why? Is it possible to prevent the shift or reverse the effect?? Reversing the loss of magic was the driving force behind Old-Story, so figuring out how the leylines work in general would be key to figuring out if this story could work in Alcazar.

also the slight hiccup that in this story there are only mentions of humans and Fae thanks to it being an alt-earth originally. sooo introducing a fuck ton of species from Alcaza makes it a tad more complicated...

[thegeminisage]

i'm not a tarquin girlie (gender neutral) so i need the people who are to help me out. i only provided a poll for the bit. if this post has no notes when you see it please for the love of god throw me a pity reblog this has implications for my fanfic

[cartwrong]

For the @ficwip special edition word: stab

When River woke it was again to pain. He would have thought by now he would have become accustomed to it, that his body would accept its fate to suffer in agony time and time again, but each time was like a slap to the face. He couldn’t differentiate the pain from one part of his body to the other–until he shifted. Then the pain punched him in the face.

His hand, his wrist, burned with an intensity it turned his vision white and burned his throat with nausea that threatened to expel. His ribs on the other side stabbed him in a way and shifted with each inhale making it difficult to impossible to take a full breath. His ears rang and it took River what felt like hours but in reality was likely only a minute to be able to think through the pain again.

He wanted to sit up, to shift off his arm but he was frozen with fear, paralysed by the thought of the pain he just felt returning and that was only when he shifted, what would happen when he moved fully?

“I got you,” a voice said and strong hands shifted River to a sitting position.

Shirley his brain belatedly supplied as he struggled to slow his breath once he was upright, his back pressed against the cool concrete wall, his broken limb cradled protectively in his lap.

[timetravellingkitty]

great week to be a kendrick fan

[raina-at]

My Mystery Project already has 10k. And I'm not even halfway through chapter 2.

Yeah, this is going to take a while...

[player-witness]

The Path from Spawn to Home - WIP

[astudyinimagination]

I have no time or energy to write this right now, but imagine Leia in the Double Agent Vader 'verse, sent back in time to the Clone Wars. She knows the general history of the war and how it ended, but her father died before he could tell her anything significant she might need to know going forward. And maybe she doesn't really need to know that Count Dooku was a Sith Lord, but that's certainly something she wouldn't have learned on her own until someone mentions it in the past (it's Ahsoka). And Leia already knows that Palpatine is a Sith Lord.

And suddenly, she gets it. She understands the Clone Wars. Of course it destabilized the galaxy and allowed Palpatine to grab power — but with him on one side and his apprentice on the other, that has to mean that he engineered it. To destabilize the galaxy, give him an army, allow him to grab power, and kill off as many Jedi as possible in such a way that no one would ever suspect it.

Like, we already know this, but imagine Leia realizing it. Imagine her in her early twenties, first fighting Depur and his military with everything she's got and now helping in the Clone Wars in any way she can, and imagine her realizing just how much of her reality was engineered by one man. How much pain and death he's wrought, not as Emperor but before that, and when she's right in the thick of it. All the soldiers she's seen cut down, just to build a reality controlled by a monster.

Imagine Anakin Skywalker being the one to comfort her when she doesn't react well. The father of her best friend. The man who reminds her eerily of Ekkreth (and maybe, just maybe, he really is Ekkreth, just young and unfinished). And maybe it's her reaction to the revelation that sets things in motion, a cascade of revelations that will culminate in her being introduced, finally, to the woman she recognizes as her mother...

[maxmaxsupersupermax]

a little preview as to their interactions early on in the as of yet unnamed RWRB lestappen AU.

Green eyes that are glaring at him. ‘Which Disney prince are you cosplaying as?’ Max asks.

‘This is traditional-‘

‘Right so from the middle ages?’ He interrupts a prince, which he is totally not allowed to do.

‘Well, that’s where your family would like to go back to, non?’

‘And it’s the bit that your family never left.’ Max says, aware of how his voice has gone cold. ‘Don’t you have a cousin to marry? How many proposals do you get per day, huh, prince charming?’ Max can see Daniel approaching them from the corner of his eye. He looks concerned, probably for Max’s reputation or something, like that isn’t ruined already.

Charles squares his shoulders. He’s an inch shorter than Max and that inch matters when you’re the kind of basically-enemies that they are. ‘At least people want to marry me, I can’t imagine the pain of the poor soul that has to spend the rest of their life with you.’

How're we feeling, too harsh? Just right? I mean early on they really are very bitch to each other no?

[casualist-tendency]

[skibasyndrome]

Hey Simon 💜,

7, 8, 9 and 16 for all this shit and/or d kink kinktober fic. Choose the one you want to talk about or answer some questions for one and others for the other or do both. Whatever you prefer. Also, if there's something that you have been wanting people to ask, take this as your wildcard.

Hiiiii Sophia! Thank you so much for asking!!! 💜💜💜 I'll gladly do both, because I love love love yapping about all my babies!!! But I'm gonna put the kinktober thing under a cut for. just. overall nsfw reasons.

So, for All this shit:

7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

Ohhhh, I think it's gotta be what I love to call the fish scene reimagined aaaand the whole entire messy aftermath in chapter 2! I remember being really excited about this one and about getting to end the chapter there and the drama of it all! that was very, very fun

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

the last thing that I've written that resembles actual story and not just outlines and dialogue snippets is this text conversation between Wille and Simon where Wille tries to invite Simon to join him for Aylin's birthday party <3

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

It's been so fucking long I don't remember most of the dialogue

but I like this part here tbh

“Is that why you brought me here?” “Wasn’t that obvious?” Simon shoots back immediately and reattaches his lips to Wille’s. Wille grins into the kiss. Maybe it was. Maybe he just wants to hear him say it, hear him say that he wants Wille here. That he wants him. The way Simon is now eagerly trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Wille’s jawline emboldens him. “You can be more obvious about it.”

16. Write the next 5 sentences and share.

(evil, EVIL question. jk. it's actually a very good and badly needed question but ooooof. me and this doc aren't on speaking terms rn but I'll try)

He should double-check with Aylin before suggesting that. But that doesn’t mean he can’t ask Simon for now. My friend is having this party on Saturday... Wille lets out a noise of frustration when his fingers refuse to continue typing. He can do this. Nothing wrong with asking

good exercise, thank you! still probably not on speaking terms with this doc, but hey, that's some sentences more <3

ask me about my wip(s) <3

and now onto my beloved kinktober fic

little note: "scene" is very relative here, since we're dealing with a smut oneshot. also. daddy kink. so don't read on if that's an ick for you

7. What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

soooo, for context, this is supposed to be a short-ish little fic about the first time the whole daddy thing comes up for them, and the initial idea was that Wille would just get overwhelmed with everything he's feeling and it sort of slips out. I still love this little moment a LOT. I might have to edit this down since it's been a while and I'm not 100% happy with it anymore, but the vibe? very much love it

“Thank you,” Wille chokes out, and it’s not enough, leaves him feeling utterly fucking broken. Feeling like he’s putty in Simon’s hands, like he’s on the brink of losing his mind in the onslaught of sensations shaking him apart. And he is grateful, so goddamn grateful. Feels like he’s never been held like this, never been taken care of like this, feels warmth welling up inside of his chest at the thought of Simon taking over for him, for them, of Simon making sure Wille doesn’t have to think about this. Doesn’t have to do anything but let Simon. And before he can help himself, it's tumbled out of him, lips moving on their own accord. Broken and quiet and entirely out of his control.

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

oh this whole thing is just... meandering smut ahdfgkdfghfdk, so the last moment I ended on was. that. In fact, do you wanna know what the last sentence in this doc is?

“Please,” he whines, tries to

and I just stopped there dkghaldfkghfdlhg. So we will never know what Wille originally wanted to try, I'm afraid.

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

It's meandering smut, so not of dialogue to get from this, but overall I like the way they speak, or try to, in this fic. very... caught up in the moment, not a lot of full sentences, lots and lots of non-verbal communication, all that good shit!

16. Write the next 5 sentences and share.

THIS IS MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT SHOULD BE dkhgadfkghdf. but oh well. I tried. feels weird to post something so.... recent. but there we go.

“Please,” he whines, tries to get Simon to move again, to give him more finally, to do anything. But when Simon comes up again, he looks even more dishevelled than before. He leans up again, moves to Wille’s ear. For a moment, there’s nothing. Just a strange, crackling sort of static. A pause that has Wille’s pulse speed up. And he thinks he can hear Simon’s breath hitch. “Please, what?”

ask me about my wip(s) <3

[cj-the-random-artist]

This was supposed to be lighthearted and I think it reads that way??? Idk but it was fun to make

(For context: the two followers getting married are Pana (the dog) and Julon (the deer (???)) and their kid is Fianna, and I know you can't officiate follower marriages in game but if we could that would be fun but really I just needed a context that would raise this topic of conversation lol)

Again. It's not a perfect comic and I was kind of rushing at the end but dang I enjoyed making it. I hope y'all like it and may good things happen for y'all today :D

[psygull-arts]

in an unsurprising turn of events, i spent most of today ponifying the Through the Red Door guys

bonus bishop UDR, belonging to @steampunkforever of course: