#finished this in an airport

[auss2egr2t]

old tiktok art trend | mm93

[bribinart]

nat 20!!!!!!

[laylajeffany]

New Story! Christmas Bakery AU

“I bet the reason you can’t measure with your heart is because you don’t even have one!”

Wednesday finally finds a break in her case; all of the victims the serial poisoning she’s been investigating had treats delivered from the Sprinkle of Sunshine Bakery. 

Burned out by the holiday season rush, the last thing confectionery owner and head (re: only) baker Enid needs is a miserable raincloud entering her kitchen, demanding her time. Reluctantly, she allows the detective to stay and investigate, so long as she dons an apron and picks up a piping bag. 

🎄🍪🍯 Part I of III, to be complete before Christmas 🍯🍪🎄

[sapphire-of-midgard]

mama mia here I go again with my nonsense

[jinxedshapeshifter]

I still can't believe there's a way to get Klavier to admit he's had to go through airport security "practically naked" before and that's one of the driving factors to me doing a third playthrough of Apollo Justice

[peachdoxie]

Guys I think I'm experiencing shrimp emotions rn

[intotheelliwoods]

would you guys believe me if I said I am stuck in an airport for the next 2.5 hours and have nothing better to do than finish the 2al update and post it. lmao

oh yeah hey btw, yesterday was a fever dream right? right. mhm. cass paying someone to shove the 2al name in a sickass animation that has got to be a fever dream. that was not real that was a dream. that was so not real. how could I ever imagine such a thing ever. thats silly. that did not happen and never will mhm.

[idiosyncatsy]

eternal sunshine/flower face x interview with the vampire 2.5, 2.7, 2.8

[phantom-margaritas]

He bit back a smile when he noticed how her cheeks flushed at the comment. “Side notes, of course,” she replied, biting her bottom lip before sipping her drink again.

This is your sign to go read the wonderful fic @nerdywriter36 wrote for the bartender AU!!! I honestly can’t believe that I forgot to include what their casual day-to-day meetings are like during the story drafting process, but Emily perfectly captures that in the story! GO READ IT 👹👹👹

Also much thanks to @brendadaaedestler for the coaster design! ><

Ao3

[64-jungle-planks]

Night at the Museum: Redesigning Characters (Bonus)

Character profile: Napoléon "Le Petit Caporal" Bonaparte

This character is based off of and takes inspiration from the historical Napoleon Bonaparte.

Real Name: Napoléon Bonaparte

Nickname and Meaning: Le Petit Caporal - A term of affection from his soldiers

Age: 40-41 (Late 1809, early 1810)

Time Period: Napoléonic era frace

Family: Josephine de Beauharnais (ex-wife), Marie Louise (wife)+ seven siblings none of which were brought back besides Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte- his nephew

(Headcanons under the cut)

Based on/taken from History:

Pompous

Very overly confident.

Egotistical. He hasn’t seen his own downfall yet and feels he can win more.

On December 2, 1805, in his greatest victory, he defeated the combined Austrian and Russian armies in the Battle of Austerlitz.

signed treaties that created the Grand Duchy of Warsaw

Late 1809, early 1810, Napoléon’s roughly around 40-41

Still loves Josephine, but planning to divorce.

Upset she wasn’t remade alongside him

From Napoléon's memory, Joseph Bonaparte is king of Spain, but isn’t doing well.

Stupidly cute smile

+ Sensitive + Honest + Intelligent - Nepotist - Aggressive - Forgets other people have feelings

My own silly headcanons:

Has put on weight, he’s not used to fighting with it.

Napoléon likes to steal pop-it’s and water wigglers from the gift shop. He always has to have something in his hands to fidget with- normally it’s his gloves or a snuff box or taking apart and cleaning his pistol. Now that he has access to modern fidgets, he likes to taking the green ones.

He also really likes clicking mechanical pencils

He loves inventions that make life better in little ways. Canning food was invented in his life (he’s actually the one who offered a prize of 12,000 francs to improve the food preservation methods that existed at the time which led to canned food being invented) but there was no simple way to open the cans. He loves can openers- taking them with the promise of returning them to just take apart and put back together.

If your gossiping, he obviously eavesdrops. Napoléon cans and will butt into your conversation about someone and listen like you’re saying the most interesting thing in the world. If he can’t come over to you, he will do the lead paint stare at you.

Still acts like he’s emperor.

Originally thought the average height of humans gained a lot of height. He was envious up until he learned whoever created his mold got his height wrong and he’s 5’2”, not 5’7”, then, Napoléon was just pisssed off.

He loves to infodump about his victories and will call over his men to help act them out, sneaking small fibs in to make himself look even better than he already does. If you ask him about his losses, you’ll only get a stare in return and a quick “Non”. (Credit @frombottlealleytotheharbor)

“Hey, do you remember [insert battle he lost]? What was it like?” “…Non.” “But… weren’t you there?” He starts walking away. “Non.” “But—“ “NON!”

He gets into fights with Al because Al is someone who clearly doesn’t respect him. The Capone trio love to tease him - especially Frank and Al. Ralph watches with a grin, which is somehow even more infuriating to Napoléon.

Sometimes getting out of his box, he looks like a well-loved stuffed animal. It takes him a moment to get himself together.

Loves watching true crime and reality TV shows. Isn’t the biggest fan of Horror movies.

Somehow got his hands on a cigarette, absolutely died after one puff. Napoléon threw it onto the ground and stomped off coughing, vowing to never do it again.

He’s so very envious that Al and Ralph had even a bit of time with their sons while they were alive. François Charles was born after the time he was made, and it makes Napoléon feel so homesick and want his kid- one that he doesn’t even know. He absolutely adores Louis Napoleon, who he only met a few times.

Loves ABBA, originally he disliked, but he's grown to like it now that he knows the meaning

I gave him his Laurel wreath just because I thought they were cool and also to show that he's still very pompous and full of himself.

Unfortunately no doodles, I haven't had time!

Étienne Champenois belongs to @lidensword and Gustave Bréant belongs to @all-yn-oween

Frank, Al, Ralph

[justjams7787]

they live in my head rent free GET OUT OF MY HEAD. This is a comic i was too lazy to actually finish so- 😭

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

Snippets from my upcoming fic!

Alhaitham and Kaveh deal with dreaming in Sumeru together (based on an idea that alhaitham has arachnophobia)

Update: This fic is now available to read!

[semperama]

for the kissing prompt Buddie 27

This got long, so you can find it AO3!

One Mile to Every Inch

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Additional Tags: First Time, Insecurity, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Words: 3500 Summary:

They don’t even make it back to the station. “What do you think she meant by that?” Buck says, after he’s brooded for half the ride. “That I’m ‘big’?”

[2hoothoots]

i was having a chuckle to myself last night about Gristol, and how his plans are basically:

Restore Ford Cruller's memory

Find Maligula

???

Profit

but then... of course they are, right? this is Gristol we're talking about. Fatherland Follies drives home again and again that he's still operating on a child's logic, a warped and reductive version of the world that he never bothered to grow out of. both of his memory vaults center on the images of his childhood, this idealized version of the past that he clings to no matter what. and that's still how he remembers Maligula, too - as this saviour figure, who rushes in to help him when he's in trouble.

[ID: Two slides from Gristol's memory vault, Glory to Grulovia! Left: Gristol clings to Maligula's back as she summons waves to sweep away his assailants. Right: Gristol and Maligula waving from a balcony as the people cheer. Gzar Theodore brandishes a dagger in the background.]

like so much else, Maligula represents a return to this idyllic childhood - to the peace and simplicity of his youth, when he was free from worries and responsibilities. in his mind, he doesn't need to make any further plans - once Maligula's back, everything will go back to normal. Maligula will make everything better.

...is what i thought, but then i remembered this line:

[Screenshot source. ID: Gristol, in Truman's body, bows on his hands and knees in front of the newly-awaked Maligula. The caption reads: "Yes, High Priestess! I am here to correct the mistakes made by my father!"]

and that's kind of interesting, right?

to be clear: this happens directly after Maligula sees Helmut-in-Gristol's-body, and recognises him. her line before this is:

"Little Gzesaravich! Have you come to pay for your father's sins?"

my first thought was that Gristol hadn't expected to still be in Truman's body by the time he managed to find Maligula, and this was him trying to placate her and buy some time until he could explain the situation. but watching the cutscene back, that's clearly not what's happening here. Gristol is answering as himself, and his response of throwing himself to his knees before her is, as far as i can tell, genuine.

so what is going on here?

in Fatherland Follies, there's this line in the ride narration that stuck out to me:

"Why didn't the Gzar help Maligula in her time of need? No one knows, but historians agree - it is Gzar Theodore's biggest failure."

other lines mention Gzar Theodore's "mistake", and it's wording Gristol himself echoes in the screencap above. evidently, he believes that his father abandoned Maligula, leaving her to her fate at the hands of the Psychonauts, and it was that mistake that lead to them being driven out of the country - that mistake which he seeks to correct. maybe he even feels like he has a debt to repay to her for his family turning their backs on her all those years ago.

the 'High Priestess' thing, though - that's kinda weird, and threw me for a loop the first time i played the game. it took me until my second playthrough to connect the dots, and remember how the room in the Lady Luctopus - Gristol's room - was full of Delugionist scribblings and symbols.

[Screenshot source. ID: left, the walls of the hidden backroom in Gristol's hotel suite, covered in scrawlings of eyeballs and Maligula's name. Right, the pinboard from the hidden backroom. On its surface are photographs and newspaper clippings connected by pieces of string.]

i mean, look at this stuff! he had a whole conspiracy board and everything!

we learn very little about the Delugionists and their beliefs as a whole during the game, but i think drawing the connection here suggests two important things. one: that Gristol was in deep with this stuff. i don't know how he linked up with them - maybe via old family connections, or just good old-fashioned digging (we know he's skilled at worming his way into peoples' good graces, after all) - but it seems likely that he's begun to internalise their ideas, maybe even warping his own memories of events. and two: the Delugionists themselves are, if you'll pardon the pun, pretty far off the deep end.

like... i understand why PN2 didn't go heavy on the "mass-murderer cult worship" aspect of things, in the end, but man this is such a tantalising glimpse into the wider mythos around Maligula. Gristol is proud and haughty and thinks himself above everyone else; the fact that his first reaction seeing Maligula is to throw himself to the ground at her feet says so much about the way he's come to see her. he's not just trying to bring back Maligula, his childhood bodyguard. he's trying to bring back Maligula, the High Priestess of the deluge, the semi-mythical figure whose supporters believe even death couldn't stop. he doesn't even flinch at the way she confronts him, and maybe it's because he's bought in so completely to this deified figurehead, this idea of Maligula; more a living force of nature than a person. and it all comes back to the same place: an abdication of responsibility, not just to the person who protected him when he was little but to this avatar of floods and destruction. Maligula will make everything better.

i'd write more about my thoughts on the Delugionists but that'd be taking a hard turn into speculation, and this is already kind of long and rambling so i'd better end it here. but what an unexpected and evocative line, right? it's some of the only stuff we have to go off of regarding the Delugionists as a whole, but i think it does such a good job of hinting at the wider story - at teasing another layer to the mythos surrounding Maligula, one whose ripples we see throughout the game but which never quite breaches the surface.

[zelkam]

enjoying Madrid

[vampire-named-gampire]

COC day 3 - AU

And so she walks in, 3 and a half years later, holding a pathetic little On thin ice update. If there's anyone still in the fandom who was reading this fic back in the day, I promise I'm still writing it and I'm sorry I ghosted y'all 😭 For everyone else, this is a figure skating AU that absolutely consumed my whole heart and soul during the pandemic.

Anyway this is actually not OTI but a sequel! Love writing a sequel before I finish the original fic. Maybe it's a little spoilery, but also I feel like it's pretty heavily implied in the original that this is going to happen. Anyway here's some Baz at the airport

Rated G, cca 400 words

BAZ

“Attention passengers! This is an announcement for passengers on flight 348 to New York. Due to bad weather conditions, the flight has been delayed until further notice. We apologize for any inconv—”

I shove my earbud back in my ear, cutting off the woman on the speaker. In the four hours we’ve been here, the announcement has rolled at least fifty times. New York, Paris, Moscow, Beijing, all delayed. It’s just our luck that we had to travel to the Olympics on the day London was struck by snowfall for the first time in years and Heathrow airport simply isn’t equipped to deal with it.

It would have been a smarter move to have gone with the rest of Ebb’s team two days ago, from Vancouver. But I had to make a stop in England first. Some would argue that it’s career suicide to go frolicking in England two weeks before the biggest competition of your life, but this was really important. And besides, I took Nicodemus with me. There is no way I could have slacked off under his watchful eye. (Nicodemus became my second coach this year, despite it putting him in the public eye, something he spend decades trying to avoid. He said he owed this much to my mother.)

Now Nicodemus, Fiona and I are stuck in Heathrow airport, waiting on a flight to Beijing, when we should’ve been somewhere above Russia or the North Pole by now.

I sigh and pull my earbuds out. My ears are starting to hurt after ten hours of having them in. Everything is starting to hurt. I wish I was in bed. More specifically, in bed in the Olympic Village in Beijing. (Even if they decided to go for cardboard beds again.)

“We should’ve taken the flight from Vancouver,” Nicodemus sighs, as if reading my mind.

“No one could have predicted this,” I mutter.

“Clearly not. Listen, I’m going to get some food. Do you want anything?”

“No.”

“You should still get up. Stretch your legs.”

“Then who’s going to watch over Fiona?” I joke. Fiona is curled up on a bench opposite of us, using her brand-new Great Britain Olympic Team jacket as a blanket, fast asleep.

“Eh, she’s going to be fine. Go on and walk around a bit. You don’t want to be arriving in Beijing all sore.”