#but WHATEV

[torantuga]

more serious fanart coming soon i promise

anyway heres my daughter

[starzgaze]

ignore fucky anatomy but what do we thinkg gang

[literatureluver]

doodle dump!

[abominationcreations]

Magical girl Alan Wake, with the power of light and gun

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

wolf in wolf's clothing - sirius (and james?)

wolf in sheep's clothing - peter (and james?)

sheep in wolf's clothing - remus, regulus

sheep in sheep's clothing - they went thru a war unless this sheep is cannibalistic no one 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

[thedirtiwalkoniswet]

Au where instead of some witch planet Thrawn and Ezra end up on earth. We immediately bomb them. Only Ezra and Thrawn survive, trying to fit into the human world now. You already get it. You get the visuals. Yes it includes flip flops.

[whumpity-whumpwhump]

AI-less whumptober 2024: Trauma Thursday, relapse

Shirley exited the small convenience store and went to the bus stop, foot tapping rhythmically on the concrete, her fingers running up and down the surface of the small bag in her pocket.

Her mind buzzed in a weird anticipation, but she was fully aware of the true reason she was doing this and she couldn't help feeling as if her skin was crawling.

The bus came to a stop and she brushed past the people exiting it, seeking a seat further to the back. She slid into one, pointedly glaring at anyone who looked like they were going to sit next to her.

Marcus wouldn't want this, she knew that. He'd want her to stay clean, even go to a fucking rehab center if she had too. But fuck that, Marcus wasn't here. He wasn't around to do stupid dares with. He wasn't sitting in Slough House waiting for her to come back so they could gamble with paperclips.

He was fucking dead. And he didn't have to be. All he needed to do was stay back with her, stay in Lamb's office and he'd still be alive today.

No, no she shouldn't be angry with him. It wasn't his fault the idiot had gotten himself killed. It was Cartwright's psychotic brother who had done that.

She got off the bus, carefully willing her mind to go blank as she started for her apartment.

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She let the door bang closed behind her, heading straight for the bathroom, not even shedding her jacket.

She took the small bag out of her pocket, dropped it onto the countertop and stared.

Images flashed through her mind, Marcus, dead in the one place they were supposed to be safe. Cassie and the kids, crying at the funeral. Patrice, dead on the floor after Coe had convinced her not to kill him. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. Wished he had tried escaping, that she could've killed him herself, was grateful to Coe for putting five bullets through the bastard.

Once again the image of Marcus, dead at the top of the stairs came to her mind.

"Nope, fuck this."

Shirley poured the cocaine onto the countertop, lining it up into two neat lines. She couldn't help the surge of excitement at the action, taking out her bill and rolling, gentle as she performed this sacred ritual. yeah, it was horrible for her and a really shitty idea but that didn't stop the familiar anchoring it gave her. She snorted both lines and stood back, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment.

Damn, when did she get so skinny?

She pulled out her phone, shooting a quick text to Lamb that she wasn't coming in tomorrow. He'd be annoyed if he didn't at least get a heads up. Well, he'd be annoyed anyway but less so this way.

She walked to the kitchen, pouring out a bowl of corn flakes and adding a scoop of sugar. Next she added the milk and yeah- now she was starting to feel it, that familiar surge of adrenaline. She rode it out, closing her eyes and sitting back as a rush of euphoria engulfed her.

After a few seconds she opened her eyes and turned to eat her cereal.

About ten-ish minutes later a knock sounded at the door. She walked over, peeking through the hole to see River. She stood back, she sure as hell didn't want to talk to anyone from work right now. She waited for him to leave. He knocked again, calling out,

"Shirley come on I know you're in there, Roddy saw you enter the building like twenty minutes ago."

"And what makes you think I'd be here and not off hanging with a mate from the same apartment building or shagging somebody?" She demanded, opening the door with a scowl.

"You seemed like you were having a bit of a rough day is all and I figured no one at Slough House is really sharing about that kind of thing but you might wanna talk to someone." He seemed hesitant, like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing.

Marcus used to be the one she talked to. Not anything to serious mind you, they mostly just ribbed each other. Kinda like her and her siblings before they'd grown apart.

"What, Standish send you to check on me?"

"No," River shook his head, "I just figured, I mean it's only been a few days and...." he trailed off awkwardly then looked down at the case of beer in his hand.

"I brought beer if you just wanna drink and brood together in silence."

As if a case of beer or a conversation about their feelings would make Patrice any less his brother, as if it wasn't his stupid family drama that got Marcus killed in the first place.

She took the beer but held up a hand to stop River from coming in. She just wanted to be alone for christ's sake.

"Fuck off, Cartwright."

"What, you just take my beer and tell me to piss off? Isn't there anything I can do to help?"

She dropped the beer on the ground, turning to Cartwright.

"Alright yeah, you can go back in time and kill your fucking assassin family before they take out one of our own."

His face flickered but he stayed silent.

"Pardon me if I don't wanna be around the brother of the psychotic prick who murdered my partner!"

"...Right, sorry," Cartwright gave her a pained smile and turned, walking back down the hall.

Shirley shut the door and turned to her empty apartment, anger dying down to be replaced with nothing but the faintest spark of regret.

[mattscoquette]

merch is coming thursday 😛😛 (if i don’t get a card i’ll be so mad that’s the only reason i ordered!)

[chipsncookies]

I want them to meet haha

[clericofshadows]

REGIS SHEPARD - 15/??? "Well, what about Shepard? He's a spacer. Lived aboard starships most of his life." "Military service runs in the family. Both his parents were in the navy." "He got most of his unit killed on Torfan." "He gets the job done. No matter what the cost." "Is that the kind of person we want protecting the galaxy?"

[girlsurvive]

turning off ask box to get through the last of the few i have <3 wont be making new posts out of them because i never know what warrants a thread or not so. feel free to make my responses into one if u see fit !! happy tuesday u guys. [girl who is going to be okay meme here]

[dreamertrilogyy]

at the risk of sounding like my mom, does anybody else think that people in modern movies talk too much? what happened to just letting the moment speak for itself

[literatureluver]

and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying / as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet

[random-thought-depository]

I've developed a kind of weird relationship with HDG cause it's sufficiently conceptually interesting to me to motivate me to, like, read some of the stories and post about it a little, and it it is adjacent to stuff I find hot and that's part of why it's interesting to me, but it mostly really doesn't actually do much for me as erotica; so far Core Carving is the only HDG fic I've found that's really hot to me.

The HDG fanwork I'd be interested in doing if I had way more resources and skills and more passion for the idea than I actually do wouldn't be anything erotic or kinky, it'd be something like Farya Firaji's ancient/Medieval battle themed symphonies but for a Compact vs. Accord battle or three. So, like, a video like one of these but for a battle in the domestication campaign against the Terrans:

Some ideas:

The song the Nineveh video uses for introducing Heraclius would just straight-up be a very appropriate introductory song for the Terran Accord: "Our father who art in Heaven / Lord, have mercy / ... / Thy kingdom come / Lord, have mercy / ... / Lord, save the kings / and listen to our plight..." Also, make it a Pyrrhic Terran tactical victory, and... Have the Terran lyrics for the part about the most intense and hopeless for the Terrans part of the battle being a sung recitation of Psalm 23 (the "though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." thing) sung by a chorus with people dropping out of the chorus as the song goes on and repeats once or twice, representing human casualties. Then have the turning point of the battle being the heavy hitter ship of the Affini task force getting a firewall malfunction, and there's a short part of the symphony devoted to that crucial turning point and the Terran half of the lyrics in that part is just the "Give thanks unto the Lord for he is good, alleluiah / To him who alone does great wonders" thing from the Nineveh video sung once. It'd have layers!

Alternate Accord intro idea: something like "Soil of my world... / seas of my world..." with the narrator talking about how their world has been battered and depleted and much has been taken from it but ending it with saying it's theirs so it's dear to them and they will defend it.

Also, Battle Hymn of the Republic or John Brown's Body or something like that showing up as part of the Terran songs.

I don't have many firm ideas what the content of the Affini side would be. I think in terms of Farya Faraji's stuff some of it might be closest in spirit to their intro for Xerxes, like I could see the Affini intro being about the greatness of the Compact and how long they have been its managers and guardians and missionaries. I could also see a lot of the Affini side being expressions of grief for their enemies. I think the "vocals" would be an excellent opportunity to make the Affini seem like actual aliens! Like, make Affini speech sound about as alien as whale song; make the Affini equivalent of songs/poems in the symphony something a human might be able to appreciate without the subtitles in the sense that it'd sound kind of like pretty music to us but it make it not sound at all like a human language.

OK, one possible exception to the "if I ever actually did this project it wouldn't touch much on the erotic/kinky side of the setting" thing:

"...Romanos himself was captured in battle and presented to Alp Arslan. ... Romanos remained unrepentant, asserting that he had merely done what was "possible for a man, and which kings are bound to do, and I have fallen short in nothing. But God has fulfilled his will. And now, do what you wish..." ... ...Alp Arslan asked Romanos what he would do if their situation were reversed and Arslan was imprisoned by the Byzantines. Romanos bluntly answered "The worst!""

Imagine a floret who relates to their Affini like this! I might be interested by a fic about that! Realistically I'm probably not interested enough in the idea to write one, but, like, it's now on my list of premises to potentially use if I ever do write a HDG fic.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

mary envying dorcas because she's so comfortable about her ethnicity, she's so well versed in her culture, so fluent in her language. she has so many friends who are people of colour, she isn't scared of falling into stereotypes, she embraces her skin colour - she's simply who she is, without fear of judgement.

dorcas envying mary because she's so comfortable in her skin, she doesn't feel the need to be the Black girl doesn't have the need to prove herself as Black enough, she's a person before she's a person of colour, she isn't scared of judgement - she's simply who she is without fear of not belonging.