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[millerblg]

This article delves into the journey behind the creation of Red Collection’s next-generation teamwear shorts, exploring the design process, the features that set them apart, and our vision for the future of athletic apparel.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[remxedmoon]

yeah ok buddy

joke stolen from this post 🩶

[dailyfigures]

Sakura Head ; Silent Hill: The Short Message ☆ Gecco

[braxiatel]

Mumbo’s middle name once again making everything better his letter to the poepoe basically went “i Did Not kill your living motorbike on purpose I was simply cursed by god. No murder was done here. Sincerely mr multiple counts of homicide and murder”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x1 | 2x1 | 3x1 | 4x1

[lazylittledragon]

👀

what is baby dekarios' name?? i love them so much already

[qrowscant]

MY BROTHER ; THE PARASITE

People die, and sometimes they come back. Your brother is one of those. Even as his body rots and his mind unravels, he still has control over you— just like when you were kids.

A short, interactive story about a corpse, a complicated sibling relationship, and the things we forget. Made in Twine. Written, illustrated, and coded in about three weeks for the IFComp.

Content warnings included on the itch.io page and in the story itself.

|| PLAY HERE! ||

[elirium]

little robin peoples.

[thepathetickind]

feel drained no matter how much I sleep

by laurenmaerie, tired thoughts

[cubbihue]

It is 5am and I read through the whole blog and I love love love the family dynamics and all the thought you’ve put into the lore and details 🩷 so! You’ve mentioned that if there aren’t any kids to make godkids, there won’t be any food for fairies. What do you mean by that? 👀

Also! Is there anything you wanna draw/tell us about the AU that nobody’s asked yet?

Is it still 5am for u, im sorry i've trapped u in 5am for 2 days now.

SO! Fairies feed on emotions, and different courts have different diets! The most common one is "desire". However, desires can't be harvested unless it's released from the human's body and becomes magic. The best way to do this is to have the person "Make a Wish".

This is why Fairies can't get desires from adults! Adults have a strong resistance to memory-tampering magic, which means their wishes are near impossible to grant if Fairies want to stay hidden.

After the wish is granted, the desire is removed and sent to the Big Wand. From there, desires leak out across Fairyworld, and fairies get to eat! It tastes best in the form of chocolate cake, I've heard.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Fun fact: Fairy Wings can be damaged or removed. Jorgen Vonstrangle doesn't have wings anymore!! He's a flightless fairy.

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[writingjourney]

embrace // copia // 360 words, gn, sort of nsft, mdni

He pants into your ear, breath hot and wet. Your hand is buried in grey-streaked curls, even the slightest tug drawing a whimper from his mouth. It’s been such a long day, so many long days, and what are you aching for if not the comfort of your lover’s body, the familiar touch of hands that know you better than your own?

The pace is slow, each thrust strenuous but you both can’t stop, glued together by the signs of a long night spent in each other’s embrace. You know you won’t part before you both can’t keep your eyes open any longer and even then you don’t think you can keep yourself together without him wrapped around you like a human band-aid, spread across invisible cracks of a worn out body.

Copia presses his lips against the column of your throat, one last effort before he goes slack. His cheek comes to rest on your chest, skin damp with perspiration, but he does not seem to mind. You rub both of his shoulders, admire the expanse of pale freckled skin that stretches out on top of you. His hair clings to his forehead, wet and mussed up, and you gently comb it back over his brow.

He’s calming down slowly, nose poking your skin as he nuzzles with some remaining strength. He releases one long breath before he goes still, lets himself get heavy. You are comforted by his weight, by every part of his body that is still connected to yours. He is hot to the touch but soon you both shiver without the heat of friction, goosebumps spreading like twin waves across your limbs.

You drape the blanket around him, covering only a few meagre inches that are exposed. It’ll have to do until you both wake up later, settling in for a proper rest. Until then it’s his breath that you focus on, a lullaby in its own right, only softer, sweeter. Your lids grow too heavy before you can catch them and you finally allow yourself the comfort of letting go, the tickling of his snores a vague sensation in the distance.

short fic collection

[aishangotome]

Chevalier Michel: Even If You Die

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

Thank you @dark-frosted-heart for providing the SE video!

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All was dyed crimson in the evening–

???: ...Excuse me.

The setting sun mercilessly illuminated the figure that entered the room soundlessly.

It was the secret agent who was always assigned to guard Emma.

Lucien: Lady Emma has returned.

Chevalier: ...You may leave.

Lucien: Yes, sir.

The secret agent bowed and left the room.

Chevalier: .............

With a light sigh, he gathered the documents he had spread out on his desk and stood up.

-

Emma: Prince Chevalier...!

As soon as she entered the room, Emma opened her eyes wide, which she had been wiping with linen.

Emma was dressed in black - mourning clothes.

Emma: I'll make tea now.

Emma, with her tear-stained eyes, put on her usual smile.

(It's not a situation where you can force a smile.)

Chevalier: There's no need.

Emma: But... ah.

I grabbed Emma's arm and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

I sat next to her and embraced her shoulders, and Emma quietly leaned against me.

Emma: ...I apologize for my unsightly appearance.

Chevalier: Did someone say you looked unsightly?

Emma: No, no one...

Chevalier: Then there is no need to worry.

(Those tears are not the kind that should be forcibly stopped.)

Emma: ...Y-yes...

Her small shoulders trembled with a sniffle.

(It's been a while since I've seen Emma cry this much.)

(You cry like this even for the death of someone who isn't even your family.)

Today, Emma attended a funeral.

The deceased was an elderly man in town who Emma had known since she was a child.

When attending the funerals of nobles and knights as the next queen, Emma maintains a resolute demeanor, but it seems she cannot do so at the funerals of old acquaintances.

(In the past, I would have dismissed it as trivial...)

Suddenly, a memory from the past flashed through my mind.

*flashback*

Clavis: Chev, if you're heartbroken, shall I offer you a word of comfort?

Clavis: The death of your mother must have affected even you.

Chevalier: ...No?

Chevalier: I have knowledge of human emotions from books. I thought I might feel something...

Chevalier: I feel "nothing."

*flashback over*

(I still feel nothing about that woman's death.)

(But... if you were to die before me...)

( ............ )

An indescribable discomfort ran through my chest, and I pushed away any further thoughts.

Chevalier: ––Speak.

Emma: Huh...?

Chevalier: About the deceased.

Chevalier: He must have been someone you cared deeply about, to make you cry so much?

Emma looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, then awkwardly smiled and began to speak haltingly.

Emma: ...He was a lively old man who everyone in town knew.

Emma: He was baking sweets until just before he passed away, and took his last breath surrounded by his family.

Emma: He woke up at 4 a.m. every morning to bake sweets, and if you went early in the morning, he would always give you extra.

Emma: The other day, I went to buy some secretly, and he remembered me and said, "I'm glad..."

Instead of words, large tears fell from her reddened eyes.

Emma: I'm sorry...

Chevalier: There is no need to apologize.

Emma: But... even though Prince Chevalier is by my side, I'm showing you such a pathetic sight...

I lifted her chin as she tried to look down.

No matter how much she wiped them away, tears kept spilling from her wet eyes.

Chevalier: I do not think your current appearance is pathetic.

Emma: ...

I placed my hand on her cheek, and Emma placed her hand on top of mine.

The sight of Emma, her eyes closed as if feeling the warmth, seemed incredibly endearing.

Emma: Being pampered by Prince Chevalier makes me happy and cry even more.

Emma: But please, just for today, let me indulge in your kindness.

Emma: If I keep being sad, the old man in heaven will worry.

(Heaven, huh?)

(Prayers for the deceased are usually a waste of time. No matter how much you pray, that person is no longer in this world.)

(It would be far more rational to carry on the will of the deceased and move towards the future, rather than wasting time praying.)

(But... if it were you, I would also dwell on my thoughts.)

(It may be meaningless, but I don't think it's worthless.)

(Because you taught me that loving someone, like being loved, has meaning.)

Chevalier: Emma.

(Even if you die, I probably won't shed any tears.)

(But... I swear I will continue to love you for the rest of my life.)

Emma: Mmm...

I kissed her tear-stained lips.

As if to envelop her heart, shaken by loneliness, I continued to hold Emma until the curtain of night fell.

FIN

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol