#i still have to finish book 4

[deoidesign]

Return date for my webcomic, Time and Time Again!

It's been set for a while but sometimes they change the date without warning, so I'll keep you updated if anything changes!

I'm extremely proud of the work I've been doing on it, I can't wait to share everything!

See you then!

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[hoofpeet]

I'd probably have to read the printed version and web version back to back at some point to note all the differences but... ough

[prismelit]

The horrors of the neighbourhood (fascism, misogyny, brutal poverty, mafiosi dealings, violence, brutality, murder, abuse, terror) are manifested in no character as well as they are in Michele Solara > Michele is therefore 'The Neighbourhood' > Lila seeks to control Michele, dissolve his boundaries, guide him to Alfonso > Lila controls Michele = Lila controls the neighbourhood > Lila's terror is subdued > Michele's boundaries 'return to him' as Lila ages > Michele seeks to punish Lila for how she humiliated him > Tina disappears (dissolves into the neighbourhood) > Lila no longer controls the neighbourhood > Lila loses all sense of the margins > Lila follows the fate of her child > Lila dissolves into Naples > Lila and Tina, mother and daughter, fuse via destiny, disappearance > Lila and Tina are both the lost child, singular

[kyouka-supremacy]

I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch

[emmerrr]

i think part of the problem with the dreamer trilogy for me is that going into call down the hawk, my expectations were pretty low. i wasn't expecting to hate it or anything, but i didn't exactly have high hopes, but -- lo and behold! -- i was actually blown away by how much i loved it. then mr impossible came along and i was like. hm. okay. well there's still one more book!! and then that one book was greywaren :/

[ronanlynchbf]

and then an overwhelming sense of dread apear.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I just looked at the price on the back of a book I’ve had for a bit over a decade and it was four. fucking. dollars. Just four with no taxes. No extra 97cents or something before taxes. Just a round number that you would add taxes to.

I googled the price of a new edition and it was almost thirteen! Not an even thirteen, it was like 12.96 or something. Close enough that it’s basically thirteen but if you’re adding multiple items together to try and get the price on a purchase with more items it would add more confusion.

[adhd-merlin]

His voice like a thunder clap, Merlin shouted, “How can you word better that you think I ruined my best friend’s wife so that I could screw her husband in peace?” “I didn’t say that, exactly,” Lainey protested in a tiny voice. “As if Arthur even would,” Merlin hissed, incensed on a level that Arthur had rarely seen. The air crackled for a moment, and one of the wine glasses broke untouched. “Do you know what I was to him, next to her?” The sudden drop in volume of his voice was enough to chill the air around him. “Nothing. I couldn’t hold a candle to her while holding literal candles.” Frighteningly even in tone, almost conversational, Merlin asked, “How dare you imply that he would ever do that to her, or that I have any right to her place – ” The tapers on the table flared and then went out, the only remaining light filtering in from the kitchen behind Merlin. “ – that I would steal her husband from her own bed – ” He balled his hands into fists on the table, suddenly shaking, and cursed at the top of his lungs, “Fuck you! Guinevere deserved respect, and I am no one’s fucking side piece!” “Merlin!” Leon yelled. Then in an effort to deescalate, “You’re scaring her.” From the timbre of his voice, he was scaring Leon too. Merlin took his hands from the table and straightened, bristling. “Oh, I’m scaring her?” Incredulous, Arthur demanded, “What the hell are you doing?” In response, Merlin said again, frighteningly reasonable, “I’m scaring her, Arthur. She’s scared.” Then he lunged forward. Arthur and Leon both seized at his arms to hold him back. The stench of wild magic invaded Arthur’s nostrils and threatened to make him cough. Ignoring them both, Merlin stretched his face as near to Lainey as he could get it and coldly informed her, “You have no idea what real fear is.”

— from The Hands of a Hundred Winters, Chapter 10

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[saeshiraw]

tired girl hours i’m just ranting bcos i don’t have enough time to cry

[karinyosa]

listen i can’t prove that asp bloggers by and large seem to know brinker was based on gore vidal now because of me but brother i will say it was not like that back when there were like 4 asp blogs and all the fanart was anime

[im-just-a-simple-tailor]

Hi (: I‘m not dead <3

I actually have been sewing but i haven’t been on tumblr a lot in the past few months because I’ve had so much to do and I‘ve not really had the energy to post about my projects or take nice photos. so. sorry about that

I will be doing some catching up now though so for the like ten people who will read this, expect some posts about what I’ve been doing this weekend (because right now it’s chill but after that, guess what, I will again have very little time for tumblr probably)

<3

[khufiya-khaufnak-antariksh]

So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.

Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke. In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor). A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people. The potion explodes. The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge. Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,

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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy

This one's in very early stages Inspired by Frankenstein Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here. Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life. One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya). Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form). The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'. Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people. the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.

in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)

[queer-reader-07]

my biggest accomplishment this year is that despite my good omens brainrot i still managed to not only reach my reading goal but exceed it