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[chunkypossum]

New AZRIS dropping today!

Lighthouse in the Woods

Chapter One: The Call - 7k words

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Day 7: of @polyacotarweek - Free Day

Title from the song:  Lighthouse -Patrick Watson

Playlist I wrote it to (which could explain the angst): devastating in that your soul will feel both like it’s dying and a part of something bigger

Summary:

Beron is dead. Where that leaves Autumn is up to the Cauldron... and maybe the Spymaster of the Night Court as well.

The New High Lord of Autumn isn't fairing too well with his new reign. Luckily his allies in the Night Court are willing to send him aid. The Spymaster is just too good at his job however, and the High Lord isn't quite sure how to let him go when his problems become manageable again.

As the Courts work together towards the stability of Prythian and a calmer future for the next generations, Azriel finds himself falling into a life that he never meant to have. Somehow, it's the best thing to ever happen to him.

Gentle and quiet, his friendship with Eris grows into something he never could have imagined. When this budding friendship turns into something more, they're going to have to decide how they define what a family is and where to call home.

Snippet under the cut

He took a small sip of his drink and without thinking, let out a low groan of pleasure. He closed his eyes and let his tongue dart out and lick the corner of his mouth, chasing the taste. Forgetting himself in his carelessness was not something Azriel was used to and the moment he realized what he had done he blushed fiercely from the tips of his ears all down the back of his neck.  “I-” He started stupidly, unsure of what to say to explain himself. “I’ve never tasted Autumn Whiskey before. It’s… got a lot of spice.”  “Beautiful save,” Eris murmured into his own glass, clearly trying very hard not to laugh outright. “Next I suspect you’ll try to curry favor by telling me my hair looks very clean?” After that, Azriel sat up a little straighter and sent a withering look towards the male seated across from him. Eris winked and Azriel returned it with a rude hand gesture. The bright laughter that followed was so unexpected that Azriel choked on his next sip of whiskey.

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[anartificialsatellite]

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[donnieisaprettyboy]

can we stop pretending like it’s so super easy for trans men to pass. “oh just put on a baggy shirt and cut your hair-“ it literally doesn’t work like that and I refuse to believe you actually think it’s that easy

[nalonzooo]

my favorite goobers

[bellwethers]

Tough.

[saelrum]

"Was I sweet once?"

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[phantomrose96]

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

[blueskittlesart]

as is tradition, happy pride from everyone's favorite transgender video game couple!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Springtrap's first night in Dead by daylight..

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

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