#idk what tags are !

[disarraydoodlez]

Epithet Erased OC- Asha Penn

Gonna be doing a few of these when we get them done. If there's been any confusion to where we've been at, it's here building an adventure for a ttrpg!

The adventure called Phantom of the Cinema is about a few neighborhood kids breaking into and abandoned film studio and encountering quite a few theatrical enemies. Here we have Asha Penn; group healer, cosplayer, and most likely to be the protagonist in a kid's adventure cartoon!

[andrew-minyard-stan]

ABOUT ME BITCHES (jk love you tho)

This is just stuff about me cause I’m bored and I like to talk about myself 😃 

Name: Andy. That isn’t my real name but it’s the one ima use because I think it’s cool and I don’t wanna use my actual name. 

Age: Older than you think, younger than I want to be. 

Pronouns: she/her/hers :)

Birthday: close to Aaron and Andrew Minyard’s.

What this blog is: just a way to pull all of the Aftg shit i think about out of my notes app and into words. This blog is only centered around Aftg because I am only centered around Aftg. 

Hobbies: Reading, Basketball, and Writting (i love writting so much guys 😭.  I’m better with original work than I am with fanfic but practice makes perfect! I’ve won three district contests and a national award for my writing so far and I’m working on a book! That’s a shit tone of yapping but oh well.)

Favorite music artists: Lana Del Rey, Girl In Red (it’s fine I’m gay), Sales, Taylor Swift, The Weekend, and Isabel LaRosa. 

Cool things I’ve done: Shark Dive, see Hamilton with the original cast, and win awards for my writing (here we go again 🙄)

Please yk dm me if you want to talk about Aftg or put something in my questions box I literally only ever want to talk about Aftg. Bye byye 💋

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AO3

[madamairlock]

A collection of photographs from my stargazing with Laura tonight! 🌕✨🪐

Left to right:

1) Saturn

2) Orion Nebula

3) Jupiter (Io, Europa, and Callisto from left to right as well. Ganymede was briefly visible and then got too close)

4) Moon without filter

5) Moon with filter

[florencc]

#FLORENCC: an independent, selective and mutual exclusive original character este novak florence conway. inspired by lyrics and lore built around the concept of escaping, of doing what needs to be done, and starting over on the run from both the law, and the person you used to be.

[bloodiedbygods]

I am capable of truly evil things.

[no-light-left-on]

more of my post-DotO au that I wrote a couple nights back. just exploring Emily and the Outsider's potential friendship

for some reason it's 1.5k words

The mechanism of Emily’s crossbow clicks into place as she holds the weapon up, the dart pointed squarely at the Outsider’s forehead.

“It’s just me,” the Outsider says, not phased by the weapon aimed at his face.

Emily sighs. “You’re going to get yourself shot if you don’t start knocking,” she says. “Especially if you do that to Corvo.”

“I do not visit Corvo’s office,” the Outsider replies as he closes the door behind him. Emily raises a brow at his words, but asks no questions.

“Well I am honoured that it is I who you chose to visit at-” she glances at the clock on her desk, “ten minutes past midnight. Shit, it’s really late…” She nods to an armchair across from her own seat on the sofa and straightens up. “What are you doing here this late, anyway?”

The Outsider drops down into the piled up cushions of the armchair with a sigh. Up close, Emily notices the buttons of his shirt are misaligned, and he’s wearing only a jacket on top. His hair sticks out over his left temple, and the answer to her question is obvious even before he opens his mouth.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. The same words he’s shared with her many times since his arrival to the Tower. “So I decided to walk around the hallways, scare a couple servants, tempt married women and lonely men, you know, the usual Outsider business.” He waves his hand as he speaks, sarcasm lacing his words. “I only came to see you because I noticed the light was still on.”

Emily nods, hums. “Would you like a drink?” she offers, kicking her feet off the armrest of the sofa she was sprawled over.

“You know I do not solve my night terrors with alcohol,” the Outsider says, but by then Emily has reached her desk and picked up a clean whiskey tumbler.

“I do,” Emily admits and sets the tumbler in front of him. “But I also know that you do not decline alcohol in polite company.”

The Outsider snorts at her words, an ugly half-laugh that escapes through his nose, and Emily follows with her own laughter. “How in the Void am I supposed to interpret that?” she exclaims. “Am I not good enough for you, prick?”

The Outsider laughs proper, then, shaking his head at the insult. “I would not call the Dunwall nobility polite even if it saved me from an Abbey interrogation session.” He takes a breath, feels the air fill his lungs. “You will do, better than anyone else in this accursed city.”

With those words, Emily opens the half-empty bottle of whiskey set on the little table between them, and pours until the Outsider calls ‘enough’. She refills her own glass, then, and as the Outsider picks up his share with trembling hands, she clinks their glasses together.

“To sleepless nights,” she toasts.

“To sleepless nights,” he echoes.

They drink in silence, the whiskey warming their bellies and burning their mouths. It isn’t until he has drank most of his share that the Outsider speaks again, his eyes downcast, watching the remaining liquid slosh in the tumbler.

“I keep dreaming of the Void,” he whispers. “The way it was for millennia. And then the way it was before I was freed.” The remaining whiskey shifts from deep browns to gold, warm like Serkonan afternoons, and the Outsider tries to focus on the warmth and the light to chase away the remaining wisps of the Void still curled around his racing mind. “I thought- or hoped, dared to hope, that once I leave Shindaerey, it would let me go. That I was freed. But it persisted and chased me to Karnaca, and then to Dunwall. I felt ill with fear when we approached Dunwall at night, and I heard a whale song from my cot, and the ship was so cold by then that for a moment I expected to open my eyes and be back there-”

“Hey,” Emily interrupts and the Outsider looks up from his glass, meets her eyes, as deep and warm as whiskey in candlelight. “Mio,” she speaks the nickname and the Outsider doesn’t flinch away as he would at the sound of his full name. “You were trapped there for over four thousand years. These things stick with you. They follow you. I spent six months with Madam Prudence and sometimes I still dream of my days in the Golden Cat. It’s normal.”

“I do not understand how you deal with that,” the Outsider admits. He sinks back into the pillows, pulls his legs up until he folds himself onto the armchair. He’s startlingly small like that, with cushions and velvet armrests swallowing him whole. Emily wonders for a moment just how much of his life he spent being swallowed whole by the world around him.

“You just do,” she says and takes a sip from her glass. “You wake up every day, and you keep going. And then you wake up again. And again. And you do not stop.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It is, in a way.” Emily finishes her whiskey, pours herself another glass. “I simply do not know what else there is to do but keep going.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” the Outsider mutters. “It does not make the nightmares any easier to bear.”

“I never said they would be easy to bear,” Emily tells him. “Maybe with time. But for now we have whiskey to dull that ache.” She raises the drink to the light, a smile creeping to her face. “Drink up. This is the good shit.”

And the Outsider does. Finishing the last of his drink in a single swig. The last drops burn away the remaining chill of the Void from his chest and the present sets in, with the warmth of the embroidered blanket draped over the back of his chair and the fire slowly dying in the fireplace since long before he entered Emily’s office. The icy sting of the Void does not reach him.

“You’re smiling,” Emily notes as the Outsider cradles the now empty glass in his hand. “I told you it chases the bad things away, for now.”

“Billie taught you that one,” the Outsider says instead.

“She did,” Emily confirms.

“You struggled sleeping on the Dreadful Wale,” the Outsider continues. “You never felt like you could wake up right.”

“That’s one way to call me spoiled,” Emily teases. “The cot was too hard, the room too stuffy, and everything reeked of stale liquor.”

“And your mind kept wandering, even in your sleep. You were so determined to chase after Delilah and her minions you could hardly rest. Her magic was too vast for you to stop worrying.”

“I don’t think I ever stopped worrying, even after coming home,” Emily admits. “I felt empty once things went quiet and we chased the last of the witches away. Too little to worry about.”

“Just like every time you came back to the Wale.”

“Every time I’d return,” Emily whispers, “Billie would get the best whiskey she had and we would celebrate a mission accomplished. It knocked me out on top of the exhaustion. After three times I realised Billie just wanted me to sleep for once. I guess it helped.”

“It must have, since you went out of your way to find the same brand of whiskey to keep around.”

“Nothing gets past you, huh? Nosy brat.” Still, there is no malice in her voice. Just fondness “It calms me down even a year later. Helps put me to sleep.”

“And yet you keep it in your office.”

“I could have kept it in the safe room instead. But here we are. I had to walk all the way here for this bottle. You wouldn’t have found me otherwise.”

“I am grateful that you came here for me to find you, for whatever that might be worth.”

“It’s worth a lot,” Emily says. Their eyes meet and the Outsider turns away. “Truly.”

A silence stretches between them. The Outsider closes his eyes, soaks in the warmth of the room as Emily drinks what is left of her share. The time approaches one in the morning when a light knock sounds from the heavy door and it is pushed open.

“Emily?” Corvo’s rasp follows. The room goes still as he enters the office and his eyes go to the Outsider. Neither of them move, but Corvo’s voice lacks the private warmth it held just a moment ago the next time he speaks. “I didn’t realise you had company.”

“Father-” Emily tries to say, but the Outsider interrupts her.

“Well, would you look at the time,” he says as he sets his long empty glass on the table. “I suppose it is time I retire to bed. Thank you for your time.” He stands then, straightens his crumpled jacket. Corvo’s eyes never leave him as he hurries to the door. Don’t worry about it, he mouths at Emily as he walks past Corvo, as he grips the brass door handle. He pretends not to see the angry furrow of his brows. “Goodnight, Emily.” He avoids her eyes as much as he avoids Corvo’s when he slips out of the room and shuts the door closed behind him.

The Tower is much colder outside of Emily’s office.

[dantortilla]

genuine tumblr question, what the fuck are tags??? like i understand they’re like supposed to describe the post but i’ve seen a lot of people use them like comments when they reblog, even though you can actually just comment?? someone please explain i’m too eepy for this :(

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Hi just a heads up that I’m probably gonna be online a little less in the next 5-ish days, I’m very busy irl and am also flying to another part of my country in a few days for a Thing and idk if I’ll have reception (or good reception at least) so uhhhh yeah I’m good!! I’m okay 👍 just (maybe) online less for a little bit

(but gonna be here tomorrow but maybe just less)

I just like to let people know so they don’t worry or anything when I suddenly disappear :)

[kumomokiii]

From the milgram project :3 had this WIP for months and said fucj it and finished it. I only like the hair 😔

[dissasociating-insomniac]

This song goes so hard and Scene Queen is a fucking idol

[portugal-theband]

@flyinshark first day zoomies!

[gays4vulo]

It's the last day of March! And I'm getting this book review in under the wire lol. Check out my monthly book review. This time I'm reviewing a memoir by Suki Kim called Without You, There Is No Us. It's a very interesting book but to find out my full thoughts, click the link :)

[everoutoftouch]

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[12neonlit-stage]

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!