#keyboard hates me

[larrythelatypus]

self report that just happened last night

[honk4shelbi]

u get it

[rootworks]

needed to put them in a lineup for my own peace of mind 🌱

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

[robinfollies]

and we believed ourselves when we said we’d never be alone again 🌼🌈💖

[beefywizard]

been wanting to draw this guy for a while now :D character from @foddercaptain 's starweb au yayyy yayyy

[codther]

I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE

JOEL- HE’S,, HE’S WHAT ?????

[corvusasteris]

the sands of time is a fantasy interactive fiction where you play as the mage of a small provincial town who, in the process of investigating into strange magical phenomena, finds themselves embroiled in a far-reaching political intrigue with potentially deadly consequences. and ghosts.

themes/tags : intrigue, fantasy, effects of time, power, magic, ghosts

You are a mage who, after being forced to flee from the capital for a crime you may or may not have committed, has taken refuge in Kemorlen, a small, unremarkable town ideal for keeping out of the political reaches of the Illyosian Empire. But when an apparently straightforward investigation into bizarre magical phenomena forces you into conflict with figures from your past and powerful forces that care little for you, how will you navigate through the oncoming storm that shatters your fragile calm ?

The continent of Aiolos has been dominated by the Illyosian Empire, with its back-stabbing nobles and complex court politics, for generations. Yet their hold is beginning to fray, and its rulers will do anything to take back their former power, sparking events that quickly spiral far out of their control.

Aiolos is a land at the crossroads of the mortal and spirit realms, where the effects of the underworld are felt keenly, and the delicate balance between mortal and spirit realms is ever on the verge of tipping over.

worldbuilding info

Flee from the capital under dubious circumstances: choose whether you were a spy or scholar when in Melera.

Meet five characters (one male, two female, one nb and one selectable: either male or nb) and choose to pursue romance, friendship, or rivalry.

Navigate a world of complicated politics, spirits that frequently won't stay dead and magic that permeates everyday existence.

Choose your name, pronouns, gender and place of origin.

Pick which area of magic you are strongest in, out of four (warding, enchantment, healing and transmutation).

Try not to get assassinated, arrested or possessed.

detailed character info

Jasper (m) :

A familiar face from your past, and not one that you expected to see again. He's a snarky, obsessive researcher into spirits and, during your time in the capital, your closest companion. After getting caught up in the incident that provoked your rather abrupt exit, you presumed him to be dead, and he you.

Leonora (f) :

The owner of the alchemists shop next door to you in Kemorlen. Despite her saving your life (numerous times) and helping you to create a new life for yourself there, she remains a figure that you know surprisingly little about. She's blunt, impulsive, skilled with a sword, and definitely hiding something. All in all, you don't quite know what to make of her.

Augustine (nb) :

A quiet, unassuming healer who arrived in town shortly after you did. Surprisingly squeamish and possessing a dry sense of humour, they have quickly become indispensable in helping you deal with the everyday magical difficulties of Kemorlen. Their past remains a mystery to you, and you suspect there may be more to them than first appears.

Mira (f) :

A charismatic bard who wanders the roads of Aiolos collecting stories, gold, and animal companions after being exiled from her home kingdom. She seems to attract trouble, but as long as the resulting chaos makes for a good tale she doesn't appear to mind much.

Theodorus (m/nb) :

A spirit with patchy memories and a thirst for revenge after being accidentally brought back from the underworld. They're awkward, restless and struggling to reconstruct a life for themselves in a world where they are supposed to be dead.

demo : here currently 17k words, prologue

release medium : twine & itch.io

rating: 16+

pinterest: here

[bb-eb-db-bb-eb-b-ab-f-b-ab]

before i read the reckoning of roku, i was seeing people on tumblr saying “FUCK SOZIN” as a direct response to reading this book, and i thought, ok, yeah, fuck sozin, but it’s been fuck sozin since 2005. what could he possibly have done to warrant a “fuck sozin” in this book, told mostly from roku’s perspective, about his youth—before he was, you know, Fire Lord Sozin. are people exaggerating. are people overreacting to just a guy being an arrogant prince. what could he possibly have done in this book.

family, i have just finished this book. and i’m here to officially announce, standing on all ten toes, chest out, hair tossed, tears streaming down my face,

FUCK SOZIN

[the-gene-mile]

SEASON 14 WILL BE REAL VERY FUCKING SOON

[ducktracy]

compilation of my villagers bullying me. this will be a growing collection. these are all from today alone.

[hum--hallelujah]

that one picture of Pete and Joe where Pete has his head on Joe's shoulder and is glaring off-camera like suuuper possessively meanwhile Joe is grinning with his WHOLE face. you agree. reblog

[saltynsassy31]

Frye Fest - Final Countdown

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Splatfest 23-03-2024

[Master Post - coming soon]

[lizhly-writes]

@auburnlaughter @zyrafowe-sny @whimsicalmeerkat @twyrewolf thank you! what i happen to need to work on most is everything is fine, so -- here's me hammering away at it.

“I hope it’s to your liking, my king,” Shang Qinghua says, as if he doesn’t have a drawer in his office dedicated to Mobei-jun’s drink preferences. Shang Qinghua remembers. He has always had good memory for things like this.  A good eye for anyone and everyone’s likes and dislikes, spoken and unspoken.  Always eager to know how to please, and excellent at figuring out the answers even when nobody wants to tell him.

“Did you need anything from me today, my king?  This humble one is happy to oblige.”

Shang Qinghua is smiling.  It feels as though he is always smiling. The curve of his mouth is ironclad, indestructable.  

“My king?”

That smile suddenly is so close, now.  It’s an easy thing to reach out and touch it.

Shang Qinghua’s expression gentles, sweetens.  “My king?” he murmurs against Mobei-jun’s fingers, eyes going half-lidded, voice going low.  “Do you need anything from me?”

Does he?  Doesn’t he?  Isn’t it true that Mobei-jun always needs something from Shang Qinghua?  It’s easy to want.  To ask, when Shang Qinghua is so willing to satisfy an ask.

Mobei-jun studies the face in front of him -- runs a thumb over its plush lower lip, presses a palm against the curve of its cheek.  Shang Qinghua lets out a soft sigh and gently tilts his head.  The movement lets Mobei-jun’s hand trail down the side of his neck.

It’s easy to think about the intimacy of fingers, wrapped around a throat; the pulse, a current under the skin.  Shang Qinghua’s life is in his hands, right here and right now.

“You’re a traitor.”

[asliceofzosan]

i'm thinking of sanji growing up with a pet cat at the baratie.

how sanji finds him hungry and cold and shivering on his doorstep. he's frighteningly thin, almost as if a single gust of wind could turn his bones to dust. a chill runs through sanji's spine as he picks up the little green and black kitten — something like a distant memory — of rationing out tiny portions and drying water skeins and the rumble rumble rumble of his stomach as it begs him for more food to eat. just one more crumb. maybe it would sate his hunger.

so he takes the little kitten in, nurses him back to health, and endures the scolding from zeff for bringing the little stray in. sanji gets his reparation by pretending not to see zeff bottle feed the kitten when he was too weak to stand. he doesn't try to hide his knowing smile when he and patty find zeff passed out in his office chair, the little kitten curled up on his lap as it took shallow breaths in his sleep.

sanji took to calling the kitten marimo. he never saw a green kitten before, and certainly one not as fluffy as him once he was regaining his strength. marimo was playful and mighty mischievous. just like every other cat, his life's mission was to rile sanji up with each vase knocked over and each cat tree he refuses to use in favor of the box it came in.

but sanji adored his little marimo.

he always made sure he was well fed and quenched. not a single day went by where marimo didn't have a bite to eat. it haunts his dreams still. when baby marimo was shaking so much in his hands, sanji was afraid he might break him if he moved too fast. now he was a fierce cat, always lazily wrapping himself around sanji's legs when he's waiting tables or doing prep work in the kitchen.

marimo pretends he's not protective. but he's bared his fangs at more people than sanji could count. carne's got the scars on his arms to prove it too. sometimes sanji would catch the little rascal with a small paring knife in his mouth to chase one of the poor line cooks with.

despite his chilly attitude towards him when others are around, at night marimo would already be curled up on sanji's pillow, purring and purring until his owner was sound asleep. sometimes sanji would pull marimo onto his lap and brush him while humming a sea shanty zeff taught him long ago. he cherishes these quiet moments with the once hungry little kitten.

he doesn't want to admit it out loud — and maybe he never will — but marimo gave him another reason for living everyday.

so when sanji found a naked green-haired man where marimo is supposed to be on his bed, it should be understandable that he kicked the guy straight into the wall, right?

"who?!?" sanji couldn't even finish his question, he was hysterical that a naked man was in his bedroom! he long dreamed for a beautiful woman on his bed ever since he hit puberty. this is not how he wanted this to go. not at all. the strange man thankfully got tangled in sanji's bedsheets (note to self: must wash and/or burn those sheets now) when sanji landed a mouton shot to his chest.

but most importantly...

where the fuck was his cat?!?

"i should have dressed first, huh?" the man says through a pained groan. sanji somehow found himself feeling sorry for him, but only for a split second, because he was back to glaring at the stranger as menacingly as he could. sanji watched him warily, trying his best not to stare at his bare chest.

"who are you and what have you done to my cat?"

the man decided then to open his eyes and sanji let out a small gasp.

gray eyes.

his marimo had gray eyes exactly that shade.

"you know, don't you?" the man says, not looking the least bit afraid even after sanji literally kicked him in the chest. sanji backed away when he stood up, the blanket still wrapped loosely around his frame. "you know who i am, cook."

"no i don't!" but even sanji could admit that his tone wavered with each step the man took towards him. "if this is some fucking prank, i'll kick your ass again!"

"careful, curly." the man smirks, baring razor sharp fangs. "cats like to scratch."

and within the blink of an eye, the man was gone. an indignant meow sounded from the pile of blankets at sanji's feet. without really thinking, sanji knelt down and lifted the blanket up. marimo laid there, limbs paws tucked up against his body, and licking one of his paws nonchalantly.

"please tell me i'm dreaming," sanji murmured, running a single hand through his hair. marimo just tilted his head at him, slinking out of the blanket fortress and onto sanji's lap. sanji looked down and saw marimo staring straight up at him, those same gray eyes he saw on the stranger boring holes into his soul. sanji couldn't bring himself to look away.

because something tells him that he might get a visit from the green haired man again very soon.

or maybe he never left.

[gladosluver]

every time i post one of these i get a billion notification and think i am cancelled,, eatupeatupeatup