#but we'll workshop it

[neathbound]

Maiserel Patch Notes 24/3/1899

Updated the Radiant Architect (reflection edition) to the Oneiric Architect

Buffed the Moonlit Mariner's ship, Janus

Laid groundwork for Landsknecht dirigible

Lost track of the Mortal Mariner (drowned)

Debuffed the Sun-Scarred Stalker wHE SUN THE SUN THE S

Logged a bug that added an Unaccountable Double

Added additional debuffs (various, sundry) to the Inauspicious Guest

[buggachat]

that "I thought Chat Noir was a girl. I thought they were lesbians" common misconception about Miraculous Ladybug except as an in-universe misconception that tourists have. Chat Noir says hi and tourists mutter "oh my god. she's not a girl??" to each other in their native languages thinking he can't understand what they're saying. he does every time

[chelledoggo]

"we could have been so happy together"

TADC AU WHERE GUMMIGOO LIVES AND GETS TO STAY AT THE CIRCUS AND THESE THREE END UP IN A MUTUALLY LOVING POLYCULE AND HAVE A CUTE DOMESTIC LIFE TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY [SOBS CRIES HUFFS THE COPIUM] 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[chiropteracupola]

temrer :3

[aspiringjester]

I do love how almost universally agreed on by fanfic authors that zosan don't fight bc they genuinely hate (or even dislike) each other but bc the other is just one of the few people that can truly keep up with them in combat outside of a life or death scenario where loss means death and tbh why WOULDN'T you take advantage of that

(that and the fact that they get under each other's skin in the way only someone close to you that you really sincerely care about can which i also eat up EVERY TIME)

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Haven't posted my girlie in a while

Plus time-lapse

Her name is Stormwhisper, not Stormy that's just the name I go by on a server lol

[blindmagdalena]

haha HAHA call me the 🐜 insect anon. im the one from the halloween ask about homelander being a potential monsterfucker. i want you to know i'm clinically going insane. like. a total freak of nature. eight spider eyes, spider fur instead of hair, mandibles, claws. her voice is a raspy, voiceless growl, something straight out of a horror movie. a discarded vought experiment because she doesn't look the part and doesn't act the part. acts like a feral animal but fully sapient. when they get into a scuffle her strength matches his, she pins him to the ground, mandibles around his neck just to get him to back down, the way cats set boundaries, after pulling away tells him "you taste nice". he makes his pathetic horrified / outraged / disgusted faces at her (you know the ones) and the thought of something (he doesn't think of her as someone. yet) tasting him is MORTIFYING. then he learns her origin. is that me, he thinks? is the horror i feel looking at this monstrosity the way the scientists felt looking at me? "WHAT. are you doing", he asks, half-mortified, half-disgusted, when she sniffs at his neck. "you're pretty. like the men in the pictures". is this me? he thinks. it's horrifying. it's comforting. it's not him: he's BETTER. it is him: he is not the only discarded freak. if he accepts THIS, accepts—he's reluctant to apply the human pronoun in his head—her, can he accept himself? it's learning to love oneself like children do with teddy bears. and you know they fuck nasty.

anon you just made me DIZZY.

WHERE IS IT. WHERE'S THE 50K FIC.

[theology101]

Fabian and Adaine have me absolutely bewitched and its going to be everyone's problem

Im writing a fic for the two of them were they sorta do the awkward 'are we dating or just Good Friends who spend time together without other Friends' to 'fake date to fix her money problems' and then 'actually we were in love the entire time.' I'm not 100% on my order of events yet but I have a bunch of vignettes stuck in my head and its easier for my brain to expell them at an audience

Moggy the Doggy and the Hangman both go to the Spectral Dog park, Fabian and Adaine want to get Hangman comfortable in his hellhound form (although they respect that he prefers to be a bike)

For some reason whenever Adaine needs new clothes, she goes with Fabian? Something about the good vibes from the Jean Jacket means she thinks he's a lucky charm for clothes

While out in public Adaine has a panic attack, and Fabian swaddled her in the Battle Sheet. She initially thinks its patronizing before realizing - is this shit thread count seven billion?

After the Swaddle Incident, Fig and Kristen start VIOLENTLY shipping them, and that inspires the 'lets get engaged for tax purposes'

Fabian has an additional fund for his betrothed/spouse/SO, and KVX starts giving Adaine three thousand gold pieces a month

Jawbone, Gorthulax and Sandra Lynn are all pretty hype about this development - Sandra Lynn has her fucking eyes on him though. Adaine immediately feels guilty about lying

Hallariel flies home fucking immediately and forces Adaine to spend an entire Weekend with her. I'm talking Spa Day, Dress Fitting, Sword Dueling and a bunch of traditional elven activities

(and Adaine def doesn't cry because she's having the type of elven family experience with Hallariel that she wishes she had with Arianwen Abernant)

Turns out KVX has a similar system as the 'nemesis' system for spouses/signifgant others. Adaine would not be getting her three thousand gold a month unless she and Fabian genuinely did love each other

The reaction from that makes her vomit

The Bad Kids have to deal with Princess Nara being a BITCH. She's Fabian's cousin, wants her fucking sword back, thank you very much, and thinks that the Elven Oracle slumming it at High School and on adventures instead of leading a fucking nation like she's supposed to

Fabian and Adaine are backing each other up with so much passion and authority they kiss about it when they're done

And idk how we get here, but she's proposing herself with rings from the Jacket of Useful Things

I have more that are still half baked but if anyone else has any hit me dog. This shit is going to be 5k words+ a chapter when I'm done with her and I'm debating on 1-5 chapters rn

[valhallavalgrace]

Leo, what has been your favorite “to-the-death” activity thus far? I feel there has to be a workshop-to-the-death somewhere in that hotel.

LEO: I think maybe Magnus was right about talking about the past… I’m not sure I’m ready to do that yet, but thinking about it and doing things that remind me of my old life, it feels like progress. prev ask (also about activities!)

[snail-fever]

since G'raha and Hyth are/were both bards, I feel like they just launch into duets now and again. and Hades..... certainly doesn't mind.

(thanks to @akirakirxaa for letting me use your adorable apartment! <3)

[localceilingdevil]

spent this past week making skins for my local group. myths is real guys. she's real.

and flare too ig. LOOK AT THEM AHHH

HIS BIG GOOFY EYES MAKE ME LAUGH IM SORRY. I NEED TO REDRAW IT.

[malewifemanhunter]

valentine’s day zine

yeah, yeah, i know we just got done with the halloween zine, but the valentine's day zine is something that’s been on my mind for just as long soooooo… we’re doing it!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗 

what's a zine?

a digital or physical magazine of sorts.. as a reference for what a zine is like, this is what we did this halloween:

Sunnyween Fan-Zine | PDF to Flipbook

what’s the valentine's day zine about exactly? 

anything romantic, wholesome and cute basically. it’s gonna be mainly about sunny ships, but it doesn't have to be. also, any and all sunny ships are allowed. if you like some of the more mainstream ships (like macdennis or charmac), some more obscure ones (like lawyer x charlie), or even if you wanna pair the characters with an oc. basically, anything goes :)) 

(hopefully i don't need to mention but obviously, ships about like incest or pedo stuff are not allowed. please none of that. and keep everything consensual)

what kind of art is accepted? 

the art has to be sunny-centric, and you can contribute with drawings, writing, crafts, games, playlists, anything you want really. 

what's the rating? 

this will be a pg13 zine, and if you have any questions about it please dm me or any of the other organizers and we can clear that up for youse.

what now? 

ok, so this post is to see who would be interested in participating, or in reading, even potentially buying it (still have to figure that one out)

if you want to join, as an artist, or as an organizer, or if you have any questions about the zine, please comment here, or dm me or @cowboycharmac, and we’ll send you an invitation to our discord server 💗💗i am super excited for this, there are so many insanely talented people in the fandom that i'm so excited to work with again or for the first time!! 

making the halloween zine was an absolute blast, and i hope it’s gonna be even better this time around <33333

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[destinysbounty]

Oh hey, here's a Cool New Activity That Will Definitely Cause Zero Emotional Devastation:

Listen to "Remember You" from Adventure Time on loop for like an hour and think about it in the context of Lloyd and Zane/Ice Emperor. And then begin to think of an elaborate AU where Zane doesn't meet Vex and therefore never becomes the Ice Emperor, but the Scroll still messes with his head and makes him slowly lose his sense of self over the course of several decades. And then cry a little.

[tleeaves]

The art is lovely and now I'm gonna ramble because that's what I do when I care about something.

For the love of women, please PLEASE can fan artists remember to add muscle to their Shadowhunter ladies? I'll commend Bowater for cleverly giving James that sculpted and lean look without making him a beefcake (nothing against beefcakes, I'd love to hug them), but Cordelia is once again suffering from Arms And Shoulders Too Slender It's Hard To Even Imagine Her Picking Up A Sword. There is some there, yes, but artists shouldn't be afraid of giving particularly Female Main Characters weight and toned muscle. Cordelia is supposed to be nearly the same height as James as far as I can remember, and she's curvy, and full, and she wields a sword like it's second nature to her. Please explain why she looks so tiny in James' lap.

Also I'm pretty sure marriage runes are supposed to go over the heart whenever possible (thinking about Will's parabatai rune being over his heart instead -- he didn't get Tessa to draw over the scar, did he??) and... either I'm looking at the picture wrong or James' rune is not over where his heart should be.

For the matter, where are their other runes and scars?? James' Voyance rune isn't even on his hand. And I'm pretty sure he's right handed. I could have that wrong though.

Another thing: no one can ever decide what Cordelia's hair looks like and it's the funniest thing to me. This is what happens when all you do is vaguely say the colour is like fire but also like rose petals but also a flowing river of those things but also is Red (probably for redhead, but then from there I never understand where the rose petal analogy comes from considering the typical rose is a deep bloody colour -- I do acknowledge the existence of those light orange varieties though which might more closely resemble red hair). In the end, I'm glad readers can infer what they want and imagine the characters how they like.

Anyone else think James looks like he's built like a tennis player? Oddly specific, maybe, but it was a thought I had. Mostly the arms and somewhat narrow body.

James' hair is nice, his eyes are an interesting take on gold in the shadows. Bowater managed to also make him look closely related to his father, so bravo for that.

In the end, the focus is obviously on the marriage runes and not other physical aspects outside of it being clear that this is James and Cordelia. Bowater's style is very beautiful and elegant. Love the way fabric and lighting is done too. I'll add also that it is possible to be a smaller person who is slender but still strong so I mean Cordelia's not necessarily done wrong, I just interpret her appearance differently. Obviously, they're both hot and they're both attractive and I have my qualms with the series, chronicles, and author -- the fandom I am so-so on, though I'm still here, aren't I? And I'm taking the time to ramble about my thoughts on a piece of fanart -- but this is good. Gorgeous, even. Both James and Cordelia are beautiful.

[dapperrokyuu]

For category's sake, I like to refer to Mizi, Sua, Till, and Ivan as the "Anakt quartet," but technically, Hyuna and Luka went to Anakt Garden too, iirc? Id call the latter duo whatever season of Alien Stage Luka won, but Hyuna may not have necessarily participated in that season (e.g. she escaped to the rebellion prior to that or failed the audition). Until theres a better idea, I guess Ill refer to them as the "Winner-Rebel duo." WinReb, if you will, lol.

[neathyingenue]

Hard-launching Silvia and Caoimhe's.... whatever they have going on in an ooey-gooey tooth-rotting fic!! Thanks to @the-insouciant-scientist for sharing Caoimhe with me and egging on the Situations!

💌"the happiest kind of sorry for myself": Read on AO3 or below the cut 💌

Gen, F/F, 1070 words, no archive warnings apply

Other tags: Pining, Fluff and Angst, Feelings realization

Summary: Silvia Salcedo is happy to fall in love with a different woman every other week. With Caoimhe Coledoc, though, the prospect frightens her. Or: a self-indulgent fic featuring my Fallen London OC Silvia and @the-insouciant-scientist's OC Caoimhe!

Mariana the lamp-cat heard Caoimhe arrive first. With a loud meow, she leapt off Silvia’s vanity and darted for the flat’s entryway. Sure enough, moments later, Silvia heard footsteps on the outside stairwell and a knock on the door. She felt herself flush. Damn. Was Caoimhe early? No, Silvia was running behind; she’d swapped her aubergine-colored suit for a terracotta one at the last moment and spent far too long arranging her dark curls to frame her face. Now there was nothing to do but sling a tie around her neck without knotting it and follow the cat.

Outside on the landing overlooking the Bazaar side-streets, Caoimhe stood in a cycling suit of blue wool serge. Her freckles and freshly-cropped hair were the color of rostygold.

“Silvia! Good afternoon. Here—someone was selling these along the way, and I couldn’t resist.” Caoimhe drew one hand from behind her back to reveal a small bunch of orange chantrelles, staghorns, and orange peel fungus wrapped in a wide slate-colored ribbon.

“Oh, Caoimhe, how lovely! Please, come in, but you really shouldn’t have gone to such trouble.”

“Nonsense. Look, they match your frock.” Caoimhe pushed the bouquet into Silvia’s hands and stepped through the doorway. Then, to the cat: “Dia dhuit, Mariana! What do you have there?”

Caoimhe scooped up the lamp-cat and held her at arm’s length. The creature was gnawing on something—and in horror, Silvia realized it was her necktie, now stained with seawater from Mariana’s paws and jaws. Silvia groaned and tugged the tie away from the cat.

“Mariana, ay, pendeja, traviesa! That’s the tie I always wear with this suit. I’m not even sure what else I have that will match!”

The lamp-cat wriggled out of Caoimhe’s grasp, and Caoimhe smiled—a small smile for anyone else, but Silvia knew Caoimhe’s expressions well enough to know that this was the investigator’s equivalent of an ear-to-ear grin. Now Caoimhe’s gaze flicked to the mushroom bouquet.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said, and took the posy from Silvia. With an expert yank, Caoimhe freed the gray-blue ribbon from the bunch of mushrooms. Then she handed the bunch back to Silvia, took a step forward, and looped the ribbon around Silvia’s neck.

Caoimhe’s hands smoothed Silvia’s shirt collar, tied the ribbon into a bow, plucked at the knot to make it fuller. All at once Silvia could scarcely breathe. She had the urge to take Caoimhe’s hands and keep them there on her chest. Fortunately, her hands were full of fungi, so she had no choice but to remain still and notice how the ribbon exactly matched Caoimhe’s eyes.

When Caoimhe was satisfied, she took Silvia’s shoulders and gently—Caoimhe was always so gentle—turned Silvia to face the entryway mirror. The ribbon matched Caoimhe’s suit as if they had planned their ensembles together. Seeing them both in the mirror, the golden mushrooms in Silvia’s tight grip, Caoimhe’s hand still on Silvia’s shoulder, Silvia felt a pang. After a moment she realized, frightened, that what she felt was desire.

Ordinarily, desire made Silvia fall into someone’s arms and damn the consequences. But with Caoimhe, a gesture like that was unimaginable. Even after two months of friendship, Silvia knew so little of Caoimhe still. A silence hung over the investigator’s past and present that Silvia longed both to dispel and protect. Their relationship was comfortable in that silence. The only interruptions Silvia could bear to make were the little attentions she and Caoimhe paid each other, not quite friendly, not quite flirtatious.

So Silvia touched the ribbon and said: “You’ve got a good eye, but I know what will make this perfect.” She plucked a chantrelle from the bunch and tucked the single mushroom into the buttonhole of Caoimhe’s lapel.

The corners of Caoimhe’s eyes crinkled. “Thank you, Silvia.” She reached out and pulled another fungal bloom from the bouquet. “When you get your jacket, I can make you a wee buttonhole too, if you’d like.”

Silvia could hardly bear the earnestness that shone from Caoimhe’s face. She turned away. “I think I’ll put one in the band of my hat. That would look nice, don’t you think? But I need to find somewhere to put the rest of these.” She looked about frantically. The table under the entryway’s mirror was stacked high with papers. Why on earth didn’t she have a vase there like a civilized person?

“If you hang them upside-down,” said Caoimhe, “they ought to keep their color and some of their smell.”

“I’ll put them on my nightstand for now, so when I wake up—” Silvia broke off. “I need to get my jacket from my bedroom, anyway. Will you wait for me?”

“Of course! I’m in no hurry. A Mahogany Hall matinee never starts on time.”

Silvia managed to laugh at that before she fled to her bedroom. There, she flung the mushrooms into an empty coffee-cup, snatched her suit jacket, dodged the cat again. When she arrived back in the entryway, Caoimhe was fastening the remaining chantrelle to the band of Silvia’s hat, taken from its hook on the wall. The twinge in Silvia’s ribs sharpened. She tried to laugh again, but it came out sounding choked, and Caoimhe knit her eyebrows together.

“I’m all right,” Silvia said. “It’s only—you’re so sweet to me, and I’m making you wait.”

Caoimhe held out the hat. “Why would I mind that? It’s only prolonging the time we spend together.”

“Caoimhe!” Silvia took the hat and shook it indignantly. “You mustn’t tease me so.”

“I wasn’t teasing! Well, maybe I was a wee bit, but I meant it, too. Shall we, then?”

There no one in the Neath handsomer than Caoimhe, who always had solemn eyes and a smiling mouth, or a solemn mouth and smiling eyes. Silvia stabbed her hatpin into her coiffure rather more emphatically than she meant to. Then she took Caoimhe’s proffered arm, allowed her to help them down the stairs.

This was all part of the game they played. The investigator and poet would walk arm in arm down the side-streets. Caoimhe would hand Silvia into the hansom cab, and Silvia would thank her with a peck on the cheek. At the theatre, the ticket-taker might think they were a couple. They’d let him.

For now, the give and take was enough for Silvia. It was enough.

It had to be enough.