#fic supplement

[nvzblartdump]

Went looking through my art and realized that I'd started on this (and gotten most of it done - only Nascour needed all that much work) back in 2021. So I figured that I was a little overdue to finish Wes and Nascour - especially since my last Wes art was back in 2017 and I've been writing a fic w/ him in it since then.

[azaisya]

@just-another-linguist and @melestasflight both requested Fingon which was v exciting. Fingon is one of the characters that really stuck with me the first time I read the Silm, but I’ve never actually drawn him. In my mind this is like a Valinor-era Fingon!

[madsmilfelsen]

LOST DOGS series, rated M + E, 42k words total—

[catsushinyakajima]

5k words | General Audiences

Steady hands held him at arm's length. “Woah there, Kogane.”

“Blue,” Keith sighed and slumped against his new company.

“Wh—huh?” Slender fingers tilted his chin upwards and—oh, it was Lance—assessed his pupils. Lance let out a lot whistle. “Oh man, you are gone.”

“I’m not gone,” Keith said, “I’m right here.”

“It’s good to see that inebriation hasn’t changed your skill of taking everything literally. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

-or-

1) Keith gets drunk 2) Keith says things 3) They talk

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

Ya’ll I used to jokingly consider this, but nah, there is enough evidence in the book to suggest:

Henry ruins Dorian out of spite and jealousy towards Basil for moving on from him.

Let’s get right into this. 

I went back into the book because I wanted to review the post I made about Henry and misogyny earlier. Besides the usual annoyance at Henry’s dumb stupid rant, I noticed this line:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

And then it hit me that Henry’s worst rants about women only come after the topic of marriage, but more specifically, commitment. Which then led to an even more interesting idea: I’m pretty sure Henry mostly uses ‘women’ as cover to complain about Basil and Basil’s ‘lack of commitment to him.’

I want to note that there’s a lot of interesting things in regards to Henry and his relationship with women that I’d love to go into, but this will focus solely on him and Basil.

Here’s what Henry says in his misogynistic ass rant after Sibyl dies. (This is from the 1891 ver):

“But [Sibyl] would have soon found out that you were absolutely indifferent to her. And when a woman finds that out about her husband, she either becomes dreadfully  dowdy, or wears very smart bonnets that some other woman’s husband has to pay for.”

Basil is often considered ‘unfashionable’/‘dowdy’ by Henry’s standards. This is only further proven in what he says about Basil’s disappearance:

“Why should he have been murdered? He was not clever enough to have enemies. Of course, he had a wonderful genius for painting. But a man can paint like Velasquez and yet be as dull as possible. Basil was really rather dull. He only interested me once, and that was when he told me, years ago, that he had a wild adoration for you and that you were the dominant motive of his art.”

But that isn’t all. The last part of that quote matches one to one to Henry’s claim about women (or Sibyl, specifically). Basil was not only ‘dull’, but his only ‘fashionable’ attribute, his art, grew ‘dowdy’ once he discovered Dorian’s indifference to him.

Henry also says this about women:

“Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil.”

And later:

“But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.”

Guess who makes resolutions regarding goodness? Basil, who refuses to believe that Dorian is nothing but a good, pure man. 

“[Basil] could not bear the idea of reproaching [Dorian] any more. After all, his indifference was probably merely a mood that would pass away. There was so much in him that was good, so much in him that was noble.”

Basil’s arc traditionally should have ended once Dorian rejects him. Between that chapter and the chapter where Basil dies, there is no mention of Basil in any form. By all means, Basil’s role in the story is over—and then he demands the ‘sixth act’ to confront Dorian.

And finally:

“Besides, nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all. Yes; there is really no end to the consolations that women find in modern life. Indeed, I have not mentioned the most important one.”

“What is that, Harry?” said the lad listlessly.

“Oh, the obvious consolation. Taking some one else’s admirer when one loses one’s own.”

Now before I point out the obvious irony of Henry literally 'taking someone else's admirer' (henry actually has a lot in common with his 'criticisms' of women), I want to bring your attention to a key part we don’t discuss enough about in the book.

““Life has always poppies in her hands. Of course, now and then things linger. I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die. Ultimately, however, it did die. I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity. Well—would you believe it?—a week ago, at Lady Hampshire’s, I found myself seated at dinner next the lady in question, and she insisted on going over the whole thing again, and digging up the past, and raking up the future. I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

So I’m gonna make an educated guess and say Henry is lying his ass off here. He did not have a ‘romance’ with a woman. He certainly did not get an emotional, romantic attachment with a ‘woman’. I feel comfortable saying this because 1) his general distaste for women literally points to this being bullshit and 2) a significant change that was made from the 1890 version of the book to the 1891 version.

This is the quote in 1890:

“I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as mourning for a romance that would not die.”

This is 1891:

“I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die.”

Well, well, well, who is the arti—It’s Basil. He’s literally talking about Basil here. AND GUESS WHAT VIOLETS MEAN IN VICTORIAN FLOWER LANGUAGE?

A couple of things actually, but the top three are:

‘Faithfulness, Modesty, and Love.’

Henry emotionally had been faithful to Basil. While I doubt he was monogamous in anyway, Basil held a special place that no else would ever have. Not even Dorian.

And this brings me back to the quote that originally sent me down this rabbit hole:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”

In the 1890 version, it says:

“I had buried my romance in a bed of poppies.”

Poppies are known to mean death and would have fit perfectly if Henry was saying he felt nothing for the relationship, but what does asphodel mean?

‘Love Beyond The Grave’, ‘Remembered Beyond The Tomb’ and sometimes, ‘My regrets follow you to the grave’. 

(NOTE: please keep in mind floriography could mean certain things based on the color and the type of flowers. That being said, considering Wilde described the shit out of every setting he wrote, the lack of detail about the flowers suggest the most broad meaning is meant to be taken.)

Henry isn't over Basil. He couldn't kill the love, so he buried it and took Dorian as a consolation and revenge. He will never be able to get over Basil until Basil or himself dies.

BOY DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR HENRY/s

[anxious-bisexual-0]

someone please tell me to go to sleep I’ve been reading Polin fanfiction all night (YALL ARE SUCH TALENTED WRITERS WHAT?????) but I am so devastatingly tired

[chrisrin]

unda has me suffering so i had to doodle.

[turrondeluxe]

Also mikey got milked for like a few gallons of his blood, how is he still alive

he's the real representation of anemic people that need to get shit done like fr he literally got so much juice out of him and then he continued fighting like good lord kid THAT WAS A BIG ASS CONTAINER

[oh-bonerline]

Fall came and London was quick to turn cold, damp, dark. A season Ross normally loved—thick jumpers, the wet smell of rotting leaves, a warm mug of tea. But that year, the low, melancholy light and the chill in the air every morning only made Ross feel sad, lonely, forsaken. Made him want to be held. He started taking long walks and listening to sad songs until he found himself at Matty’s flat, his old flat. And he would stand on the sidewalk, looking up at the lighted windows, hoping to see a figure pass by—Matty’s head bent low, his narrow shoulders, his hair falling forward, his eyes turning and seeing Ross standing down there as a light rain started to fall. But he always walked away before he saw anything more than a curtain fluttering.  So he was glad to land in California where the air was warm and the sun was shining. He was delighted to come out of the airport and put his sunglasses on and feel a gentle breeze against his skin. He could forget the ache in him under all that blue sky. He could forget his loneliness. Replace it with palm trees and ocean and all the mostly joyful work of finishing the album.  Except he couldn’t, could he, because they were all living in a rented house together. He was back to living just across the hall from Matty. Back to knocking into Matty every time he turned a corner or went to get something from the kitchen. Back to Matty being everywhere all the time.

we'll knock around and see - chapter six on AO3

[nvzblartdump]

I love doing a good creature and, since I'm a Fallout fan who loves a good cyberdog, I decided to take a shot at the CBR-S units from the cancelled Fallout Van Buren (slightly recycling some of my old Hounds of Tindalos into the mix while I was grabbing different 'robot dogs' for inspiration - mostly Friender from Casshern, since you can't go wrong with the OG, but AMEE from Red Planet and BigDog from real life as well). I liked the lineless roughs so much that I had to add them in as well, along with the different 'alt' colors I ended up with along the way.

[dreamsy990]

my laptops like super fucking dead and its gonna be a couple days before i can get a new one so uh. have a ghost roxas au doodle from procreate instead. returning to my roots i suppose. do not ask me to explain the story context for this or whats going on because i will not explain ok. you can figure it out yourself <-( theres absolutely not enough information for you to figure it out for yourself )

[therantingsage]

More of the AU stuff. Two pairs of siblings!

The Elliots obtained the werewolves as puppies in a very not legal way, and raised and trained them as guard animals for Tessa. Jay is the best at it, but Nocturne is Tessa's favorite dog.

Cyn is the only one who knows that they're werewolves, and actually knows how to speak English. She's actually, related to that, the only one who picked their own name. Tessa tells her parents that she picked all the names, though.

((I'll draw the others as fully-grown werewolves later aaa))

[breakfastteatime]

(When you realise you're due a migraine in the next 24-48 hours, but your meds haven't arrived at the pharmacy yet)

[ellaelsinore]

My best friend, love of my life and notorious contrarian, asked me why I am currently tits deep in Steddie media, why I like them (Steve/Eddie) together and what makes Eddie interesting (she said he was "just some dude.") And while I have my own opinions on the pairing, I will say this:

I am objectively the incorrect person to ask that question. I didn't finish season 3. I didn't watch season 4 at all. I have zero connection to canon Steddie other than what the internet has watched for me. I don't know what the Duffer Bros had planned for the boys and I didn't watch Eddie die. My experiences of these characters has been almost completely through fandom and I am LUCKY to have that experience. I have gotten to learn about Eddie and Steve through the reverence of the fans who ADORE them. Who want the boys to be happy and whole and will put everything into rewriting the parts that didn't allow that. It's like when you listen to your best friend gush about the love of their life and you end up loving them a little too. I love them because this fandom loves them. Enough to create happy endings, alternate universes where everyone lives and they fall in love. Enough to give both of them complex backstories, fears, traumas, joys, successes, everything that makes people interesting. They're given respect and allowed to live.

The author is dead, baby.

EDIT: I WATCHED MOST OF S4E1 AND THE DUFFERS CAN CLIMB A WALL OF DICKS MOUTH FIRST EDDIE DESERVES BETTER I'M STICKING WITH THIS FANDOM

[four-color-words]

Where the hell is that post with all the cool little worldbuilding things in the DC supplement ttrpg book...

[starrysnowdrop]

Wolmeric Week 2023

#1: First Meeting

28th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon, Year 1 of the Seventh Astral Era

Today, I met the most drop dead GORGEOUS man I have ever seen in my life! I might never recover!

Okay, let me back up just a bit. I was supposed to be going back to St. Coinach’s Find to help Raha and the others with the investigation of the Crystal Tower, but instead I was told that Alphi had requested to see me. This wasn’t all too strange, but then he sprung it on me that we were to be meeting with the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights of Ishgard. I was intrigued by this, of course, as I still have not given up my desire to learn more about Ishgardian Astrology. But then Alphi said that the Lord Commander himself had requested that I be there. No, not any Warrior of Light, but ME. And he knew my name and specifically wanted me to be there so he could meet me in person. So that already made me a bit nervous, since… why me, right?

But then when we get to the meeting room in Camp Dragonhead, a man and a woman walk in, which I look up and my mouth falls open. The elezen man is gorgeous! And I mean he is absolutely beautiful! His black hair fell into his face in waves, his eyes were a piercing ice blue, and his lips were plump and oh so kissable… or so I imagine. And before I could actually steady myself and try to conduct myself with any kind of hint of professionalism, he begins to speak. OH MY GODS, his voice was just sinful! It was dripping with sex, and I am not kidding when I say I stood there with my eyes wide and I truly lost all composure.

When he introduced himself, which I now know his name is Aymeric, and a sexy name at that how dare he, and he turned to me and said that he had been looking forward to meeting me, I stumbled over all my words and likely looked like a fool in doing so. I’m still mad that I wasn’t informed of how beautiful this man was so I could’ve better prepared myself.

Oh and then the meeting went on and things were discussed, then interrupted by Iceheart and the heretics, you know, normal, boring, political stuff. But I’m still not sure why Aymeric had wanted to meet me specifically. Yes, I was there to confirm the Ishgardian Astrologian’s observations that I too had seen the waxing of the Dragonstar, but I didn’t think that was entirely necessary for the negotiations to continue. So… why me?

Anyways, I need to get ready for bed now, and I know who I’ll be dreaming about tonight.